Storms And Waves Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

Never destined to acknowledge
The initial stage and sense
In safe shade of the custodian
Does one, prospers and grows

Then grabbing the share of joy
Awaiting in the next stage
But destroyed by wild waves in third
The malefic waves shaking existence

A thousand flowers bloomed
flourishing my charming garden
Nursed by my custodians

But when left to the conscious
Turned into a stormy ocean
Hundreds of wild waves hooding

Shaken by the first waves
Shook I for a long time
Leaving me frail and desperate
Unknown to the numbers 17 or 47
Realizing my state and condition
A puzzle, riddle and crossroad

Stormed by the second waves
Wandering unpurposefully
Turning life into a wasteland
Like one narrated by Eliot

The adolescent tragedy
A failure of the fate or state! ?
Leaving neither to live or die

Does a growing in safe custody
Knows the pangs of life and growth
But it's a bitter truth that life attributes
Entangle a blooming in wild waves

Like the sovereign executed by his own hands
Voice of an unaccomplished soul