Love Sailors.
Strange feelings surfaced, now on deck,
In a stormy voyage on love's high seas.
Smooth sailing gives us a false sense,
That we can transverse the ocean unscathed.
Eligible then to become licensed love pilots,
Free to exercise unflinchingly, emotions in any seaport.
In this midst unfurls the sail of uncertainty,
Compelled to south instead of north.
Fluctuating compass sends fearful tremors,
Down the spine the shivers travel freely.
Trust the only medicine to cool down nerves,
In times of tempest it keeps the ship afloat.
This ship on a mission armed with only love,
That the storms and fate conspire to debilitate.
Faithful and dedicated they man their posts,
Withstanding the worst of the tempests.
Is it possible to intimidate the love sailors?
Whose bread and butter is love?
They weather the storms with strength,
Love surfaced proves battle tested and sure.
©Perveiz Ali
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