A dialogue:

Lament :

In these wavy waters I ride my boat

I fight the strong waves and try best to bolt

Waves sweep inside and drench me with sorrow

Leaving me exhausted scooping out, oh!

The waters sometimes rocks me softly as cradle

Smooth goes the lifeboat with gentle paddle

In this dual throng of sorrows and joy

Life goes on with no purpose, aye!

Answer:

Thou art of the same substance as water

This body-mind, thy boat is meant to shatter
To fight, thy station, results no matter

The waters are immortal Infinity

Thy body-mind houses a spark, tiny

A jokers game, splitting one into many

Water in a pot

Rides a jolly boat

To fall into its sea host

30/6/2002; Direct into computer