Ironic

He sat in the window
Looking at the sea at large
Wondering what it brings the world
That it tore apart

Just a few days back, he remembered
Himself with his father off for fishing
Happiness all around, pleasant it felt
On the rushing and gushing cold waves he smelt

He closed his eyes to feel the same
Within seconds tears rolled down again

He kept looking at the sun ready to go beyond
He wondered if it would ever bring back the dawn

Happy or sad, emotions are harmful
The moment of tears was the truth
Upon which laughed the crooks

And now the years have gone by
He is back again
Trapped in that little window
Feeling the same