Lapdance Of The Waves! Poem by Seema joglekar

I'm your friend! With tenacious clasps like ivy around a grizzly tree,
Renewing old ties in everything I do- draw life's succor,
Proof? While you let relentless fate stalk us, snitch a brimming year,
In resigned faith, I draw you to my craggy forlorn shore.
Where only the waves cling hands, in their bounding lap dance,
Breaking all chains, acquiesce to your ways, left to perchance?
When out of the dead wood come, crawling out -the menace,
As your boat comes and goes in its wayward ways, a mere glimpse.
There! Now I run in the raging rain with you and you know not,
On the golden sands a tear stain, and extend your hand- you may not,
Sailing thus, many a time to no avail or a bare memory do I remain?
Hear the clarion of the night wind, abysmal sea devours in disdain,
The flower's prerogative is to draw the reckless bee from erring, transcend,
Knowing, when in his path turns a blind eye, ask-Am I your blooming friend?



Seema.J
3rd Dec-2012