Circled by sharks.
Waitng to be eaten.
Still thinking of you.
Deterrmined not to be beaten.
Treading water.
Not wanting my arms to tire.
Nor end my burning desire.
The water is cold.
Waves slapping my face as if to deter.
Any feeling for you.
On the deck of that ocean liner that goes past.
No light cast.
Man overboard.
His love slipping fast.
Will not be missed by any Juliet
But jealousy and frustration has made me walk the gangplank.
Now here I lie in the water contemplating my fate.
Davy Jones locker may beckon.
But you my love, I reckon.
May save my stranded soul.
Or Robinson Crusoe I may become.
Alone.
Dont't give up and throw me a lifeline.
I hope you will be mine, someday.
I Siddiqi 16/02/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem