The Sailor And The Storm Poem by Binapani Mahaling

The sailor was sailing in the deep river like a dried leaf in flowing air
When he was in the mid of the path a storm raised from the horizon
The sailor became clueless by looking at the unimaginable heavy storm
This shake his base reminding the past, one storm pushed his father in river
His eyes were full of tear and heart full of fear but face was expression less
The storm was growling like roaring lion and rushing behind the boat faster
The sailor realised that his life is on a tip of showered and can die at any moment
He needed to give himself a chance and held the oar tightly and starts sailing
He was sailing forward without looking behind like ageing in flowing time
By the time he realised the sand of beach, could know he is alive and no storm behind