Champaben Mistry

Rookie (June 1971 / Greater Manchester, UK)

Storm - Poem by Champaben Mistry

To true the mountain of my truth
To fearsome a truth, this I am.
Struggle through,
I know your boat fills with such rain.

Bale out all that threatens to destroy you,
Pull back the sails of your vessel,
Let not your brow furrow,
Feel the wetness,
Feel soaked right through.

I am here in the storm,
With you!
I am the hail, for you,
I am the pounding upon your vessel,
I am only a simple truth.

Hear me now,
I am lost without you.

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  • (11/14/2007 9:05:00 AM)

    i attend, i listen, i hear the mantra, O Mistry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011

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