Storm - Poem by Champaben Mistry
To true the mountain of my truth
To fearsome a truth, this I am.
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,
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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