the waves threatening..
the darkness brilliant black
the vacuum so real
i felt soulless....
to drown would be easy
it was the battle that haunted
my limbs weak, hopes bleak
surrender looked oh so sweet
and then the lamb like ray found me
and its tender light shook me
out of my deathlike trance
into the survivors instinct....
will i make it
will the shore find me
will i survive the storm
i know not
but this
i will fight
i will not be shorn off
by these demons
of the deep dark present
i will not surrender my tommorrow
till i have fought to my best
today.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lines full of strength added with confidence bitter past experiences and new found hopes...the shore won't find you Wardha...you will find the shore...a shore safe sweet secure! Thanks for this expressive exploding piece...10