The ships that pass through the night,
Also await
Some bit of redemption
From the constant slaughter
Of the waves.
I know I have been busy I have been busy digging Little pits in shifting sands By a choppy sea, and waiting For my little dreams To form puddles in my living And slowly watch its walls collapse Into itself Water to Water Sand and all Amidst the roaring of the waves And the silences Of the droopy willows Crying In the falling rain
Deep. That's another way of looking at waiting. Even the ships that look so at home on the oceans wait for rest from the waves. Good one!
ReplyDeleteRajesh... this is meaningful.. sometimes you need to wait, just for a while...
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