A Hope (We Shall Meet Again.) Poem by Aditya Chandrasen Salvi

A lost boat of life
Roves is the deep dark
Waters of doubts and fear.
The Pole star seems to drown
In the stark shadowy ink
Of the cloudy night.

Equipped with skills to survive
The rover fights for life.
No one to help.
His muscles pull at paddles,
That strive against the viscous sea underneath.
Waves – messengers of the underworld
Swell around him.
- An invitation from the hell beneath!

His eyes search for shore.
What he can perceive
Is nothing but a cold calm night.
A promise of safety and peace
A choice of a Rational mind in trouble!

A gust of wind across his face
Attracts his attention.
A storm is brewing at the either end.
An enemy ready to kill.
A cynical yet adventurous choice.
But with a reward of satisfaction and reunion.

Thunder and lightening challenge him.
Nothing can he see through,
But a face known since ages.
Nothing can he hear,
But a sweet voice:
“We shall meet again.
We shall meet again”

Hands take charge of the paddles
And the boat moves
Towards the emissary of death.
A war for life is about to begin.
With no bugle to charge.
But a hope to meet
Someone beyond the impending death!