I cannot play with the sea

I can’t play with sea with near window. I am a three- BHK person who cannot play with the most expensive port sea.

A sea is beyond an old man’s November when he shall prove he still lives here among dying rocks being slowly murdered. I cannot hear sea moaning mid nights but I can still hear the murder of rocks and man holes dug for fresh deaths.

I can hear midnight stick tap passing. My sea will be accomplished by leaps and no bounds,  by a poet’s imagination.