In The Lap Of Storms - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Slumped off we never sit, nor breathe easy,
On reaching home shores nor in content coo,
Nor crow we struggled hard at stormy sea,
Just that we shed sour sweat, goals to pursue.
And on kissing the goal, in fair tides rise,
Like naught else joys of success are in world,
Yet, resting in peace we doubt if be wise,
For, made are we of clay as yet un-stirred;
To pray for things to ease is not our mark,
Nor compromises with hardship to make,
We look the storm in face and call its lark,
In troubled waters, devils do we rake.
It’s not in us to breathe hollow at home,
Strange joys jostle us in the lap of storm.
- Sonnets | 03.09.14 |
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