Froth and Fume
Fume brags of it’s
Climbing very high
If it wants it will
Reach the sky.
A tall ladder helps
To climb the stairs.
It mocks at ocean
For rolling tears.
Smoke says,it has
Stairs of silver.
Invites ocean
To enjoy it ever.
Ocean regrets, it
Can’t climb up
It’s just liquid
As a soft syrup.
It has a flat dish
To hold water.
How can it thrive
With smooth batter?
If it wants to
Soar up in air
It has to upsurge
Water level layer.
Dangers will come
With water upsurge
For ocean may be low
But contents very large.