The thunder may have struck
The waves may have roared
But what difference did it make
He was anyway far from the shore.
He was a young and charming man
Who refused to accept that his efforts had gone in vain
So what if the wind howled
And he was being overpowered by the rain.
So what if his body would drown
His spirit anyway knew no joy
He had no love, no crown
He was just a lonely, seafaring guy.
Egged on by his steely will
He rose up to the challenge
He moved on, ignoring each shout and roar
The maiden was shy, waiting for him when he came ashore.
…now that you’re here
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An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.