Crisis
Ocean swells with anxiety
as the firmament
displays its proprietary
and the heaven
splits the sky.
The humble ship
moves along
with its sail
about to die.
To and fro does
the vessel sway.
The hull’s about to
give away.
The empty deck
longs for hands
an anxious eye
to look
for land.
Gritty
not to succumb
it fights its way
through
the roaring storm.
Finally
the modest craft
has its way.
The gale
subsides
as it wakes up
to the break
of day.
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You should know Ill love this one
Alone the man faces the hell and torment of those who would pursecute him. With no help, he comes away facing "the break of day" as new hope comes.
Now be honest, did I get this one right? Dont lie...
Mocit
Mocit
you are a good philosopher (thinker). How can you be wrong?
Respectfully,
Amartya
Hi
Beautifully Written...How you come about describing certain emotions with such ease is amazing...More than the concept, I like the poetic essence of this post...
Great Work,
Priya Nair
Priya
As you know your comments are always special to me...
Thanks...
Amartya