In an estuary unknown - an isle -
In Gujarat by a temple hill steep
Beckoned me to its golden shore. “ Say I’ll, ”
Warned my wife, “Don’t into any risk leap.”
“For holy bath, ” said I, “this is the place, ”
And straight dived and began to swim the bay
Sure of my skill to reach the isle like an ace.
The going got tough, sweeping me away.
The tidal wave played the rogue. “Save me, God! ”
Grit, heave and breath - me on to the edge helped.
Down I slumped ruing my fate as a sod.
To my luck, a homebound skiff, my life saved.
Into waters unknown never venture,
Lest yours be a fatal misadventure.
[Oct 10,2009: : Greenfield, WI]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a vivid poem, and interesting to read.