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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Pravin Kumar writer at Ameya

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 to know more about him.