The dazzling sun suddenly turned into blackish
I'm in mid-river with my little heart
Who crossed two April with her biggy eyes.
Suddenly the river became turbulent
The boatman stopped his Vatiyali
And glanced at the bank
His muscles became more active to cross
The storm rose
The waves lashed against the boat
We are still away
My baby hugged my neck tightly
And looked at the water
Enjoying with heart's content
She screamed at me
Look, look, Papa, It is like an ocean
She was the least nervous as there was her man
At once I felt that
And I too tried to imbibe her
Called Him, Oh! my father
Let's give your blessings... and don't forget us ever
The speed of the boat is now quenching
And the boatman is with benign smiling.
the innocent mind does not feel impending calamity. just then we too become like them but feel danger. And there is always the Almighty to whom we leave our thinking...
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A beautifully crafted write imbued with a meaningful message. Great imagery.