Pain oozed into the ocean of desolation.
Heavy thoughts clogged its flow like oil.
A tempest born from waves of self-pity.
Oared relentlessly towards the shore.
As he bellowed in agony,
sore from the strain.
The daring waves clash
nearly toppled him.
A lone warrior on the
battlefield with nature.
Questioning the reason
for this damnation.
Amidst the storm,
he noticed a speck faintly.
Boats of varied sizes
feuding their own war.
Some afloat without a sailor.
Some sail on a piece of wood.
Some dive into their own misery.
The truth dawned
with painful reassurance.
It was the storm to be tamed,
never the boat.
With realisation flowed
a sense of tranquillity.
Discerning the shadows
of the destination.
Rows to the target
with great eagerness.
A single step
towards the flight of stairs.
Gopika Pramod
A warrior’s fight against a tempest caused by self pity. Taming one’s mind is the only way to calm the storm.
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Great poem
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I’m in awe with the imagery here, it’s so very well defined. You have a lovely way with words and not to forget, a really powerful imagination. A lovely piece ❤
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I love this verse,”The truth dawned
with painful reassurance.
It was the storm to be tamed,
never the boat.”
Some never see that truth in their lifetime! Beautifully written Gopika!
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Excellent, Gopika.