The Voyage is hard - wearing | Sunday Observer

The Voyage is hard - wearing

6 September, 2020

The Voyage is hard-wearing.

She laid herself on the verge

of the narrow boat.

Isolated in her own World

with a wooden oar.

Impregnated with

unnumbered thoughts .

Like a cyclone they swirl in

her mind.

Intermittently, tears and

laughter overwhelm her.

Life is dull in thy absence.

In thy presence heart is

struckʼd to admire thee.

The lucky dark choco chip

pop out in thy chin.

Thine charming puny eyes

dragged and draped mine.

The athletic body frame

triggered ma soul.

The flow of humble & caring

words , maketh ma day.

Thy strong aroma curling

inside my pleura,

reminiscing thy presence.

The disturbed sea,

To toll her back from thee to

her sole self.

She paddles strenuously .

Her soft palm is rough now.

Eyes are drowned with tears.

Smeared with grief , weak is

her conscience .

On spur of the time,

Dreadful storm immersed

her with her sweet memories

of you.

Thus ,giving thee space to

meet thy perfect match.

Afresh is her soul,

Boldly , crafted on her

wooden oar, “FOREVER A



– Written by W. Roshani


[ Undergraduate in

BA (English)]