In Troubled waters
Cool Moon
Above,
A sportive
venture, yet a swift
turn:
Sinking life in catamaran, veering
round and
round amidst
gushing waves ,rock
hitting
whirlpools, breath
stopped
in the grip of
frozen teeth
cutting your
jawbones,
me aghast in almost
crocodile’s mouth,
know not
what to do.
See-saw continues by the
Powerful force
making me
Benumb : still cool
moon
Calm in its
abode of blue
Firmament like a
diadem.
Me in threnody,
composing
Many for
those in watery
Burial. Still
rocking to and fro
Worshipping The Above
for
Safe landing into my cherished land.
Waters still boomerang high !
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