Towards the success

Every time a wave touches the shore
I see it provoked at its success.

The plumpy wave sprung on the shore;
hugged with joy its dream,destination
after the toil over the oceans, in search as these.

I grew envious at this pygmy's success.
Sitting safe on sand dunes
away from water, under the tree with dreams.

Add me as a node in the list of your waves
and let me try my prodigy luck
to touch the shore --
where lies the fruit of my endless toil.

Reviews

[sushi]

i would like to read the poem you said. Can i find it online? Can you help me with that?

[Lively]

Awesome. Have you ever read Mahadevi verma's "Mahur madhur mere deepak jal"?
Its 3rd stanza very much match the theme of your poem. But that poem was spiritual.