the journey
is not smooth
the storms come
and kept on coming
and we sail the sea
without rudders
and we hold on
to this storms of drudgery
with only one hope
that this too shall not
last forever
though long and
rocking
we shall be lulled
to its monotony
the birds in the sky
pass us by
the sword fish
stare at us from time
to time
and then back to the
depths of the sea
conceal their fears
again and again
consistently....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem