I am a lost boat

tossed in the storm…

These nights are merciless,

but the waters carry me along…

Is it okay to give up?

Tell me, how far am I to go?

Is the journey futile if not destined?

Oh, tell me, how much further to the shore?

The waves torture me with dilemma –

now here, now there; now high, now low;

pulled up to the moon in amorous embrace,

then shunned back – to tormenting flow…

A rough voyage, this…

Will I make it, who knows?

Yet I must keep floating in the sea…

as long as hope, beams in the lighthouse…

© Isha Garg

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