Art of Cimeries

The eye which never sleeps – Watching from the deep.
Stays awake… For the surfaces sake.
They toss stones and spew foul tones,
Hurling spears, bound by fear.
All for nought… Fear not, they won’t be caught.
For the eye down below, rests forever - Mellow.

For the eye which guards the gate of gods,
Will never strike nor hurl back a single spike.



Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam