I stand at the silver sand beaches

Where Francis Xavier was buried,

Looking at Pillar of Vasco da Gama,

The point at which this son of Spain

Hopped to the land mass at city of Malindi,

I look at my dear love, the beauteous Indian Ocean,

As her tidal face struggles under the soft rays,

Of the tired sun on the verge of its soonest set,

She looks annoyed and down cast, O! My love,

What happened to you there in deep seas?

Cheer up love, for you’re the anchor of my heart,

Regret not a little of those who vilify your face,

With tanks of oil leaking into your heart,

As they scamper here and there, like mad ones,

In search of Dolphins, squids and octopus,

To kill them merciless for money and power,

They know not how you cry and shed torrents,

Of grievous dears as they kill your sires,

Forgive them dear sweet heart,

They know not what they are doing,

Already they gave you a miserable name;

This name Indian Ocean, as if you are proud of it,

Or as if happily in love with castes of India,

I have re-named you the love ocean,

With a promise never to pollute you,

Neither will I give way to ships of slavery,

To cross your body with the crying slaves

Captured from hinterland of poor Africa,

In transit to Arabia for hard labour,

I will keep you clean and save my love,

For all the days I will be with you,

I pray you preserve your volcanic anger,

Lest you foment Tsunamis and Tornadoes,

To the innocent island and seaside dwellers,

I pray darling you don't go ahead,

With the foul idea of swallowing Mombasa islet,

Forgive her for the sake of our love we have,

Between you and me, as asunder we go not