Facing strong wind and heavy rain today.
All the vessels in the harbor secured safely.
And the Tugs are in their weather-watch
in case of emergency.
Like a tigress the horrible wind comes
how soft when she is normal
chime like wind bells.
I heard a ship was calling from afar
she is heading to another port
humbly request a shelter in anchorage
until the bad weather get settled.
Though I am alert in the port
I feel like a ship in her pitching & rolling
in the deep sea.
And the the strong wind take me home.
Oh! my loved ones at shore
and I can see them waving happily.
A slendid description! I felt like I was there watching the wind. Patricia Gale
Lovely title, Nimal. In times of peril., the human heart longs for that safe harbour called home. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem and vision... Loved how this poem had natural flow, and sound... very calming. Well done. :)