I am that child

 

The little child sat alone on the seashore

With eyes red like a wine in the folklore

Wetting his legs which had drops of tear

And a mind drooping out in scary fear

He cried and cried but the sea didn't hear

As she was busy with her routine unclear

Washing off the stories written on sand

Which many have thought as grand

 The tears flowed back to him in vastness

 And he fell in the deep silence of oneness

 There he drank his tears like a nectar

 Bitter yet a little sweet to rest in his altar 

I am that child with pranks but thoughtful

And live in this small world yet so mindful

For kingdom of lord are for the childlike

Pure in heart and they become godlike