Dear Aastha, This one's dedicated to you............
Howling waves drifted the innocent maiden away,
Howling waves drifted the innocent maiden away,
Farther from the ship, her crew, her heart astray!
In vain did she attempt at fight and subterfuge,
To no avail, went her cries for safety, wails for refuge!
For her journey didn’t begin as tempestuous,
It was in fact an unplanned change of course!
Fair yet young, carefree and yet torn asunder,
She was being taken away by the ocean’s cruel throes!
No hope in sight, she prayed and gasped aloud,
The growl of the waves swallowed the sound!
A shade of green caught her sight, the waves treacherous,
Her spirit was in shambles, her body crying and ravenous!
Destiny didn’t pay any heed, action was the need,
She made her decision, rooted deep the gritty seed!
For it was either the lively shore or the deadly tempest,
Only one way to triumph over the morbid unrest!
And so she took control, started the long, perilous swim,
Like a jelly fish, her legs seemed glued, her wild energy dim!
But try hard she had to and try harder she did,
For surrender wasn’t an option, that wasn’t her will!
Countless nautical miles to the island she swam,
Out of breath, short on life-force, to the trees she ran!
And that was when all colors hued, life turned black,
‘Ah Good’, she mused, ‘finally Mr. Blue’s been sacked’!
She woke up to the light of a bonfire, alert and alarmed,
The face in front of her made her cry out the most sacred psalm!
She couldn’t believe that destiny had truly rewarded her grit,
For her captain greeted her, her heart in a flutter, emotions adrift!
They’d found her, she’d won, the tempest had been beaten,
She thanked her guts, her true grit, that’d made the lifesaving decision!
The ordeal taught her to believe, to never give up,
The elixir of hope and determination was served by the bitter syrup!!
This was actually quite a delightful first for me! Not the poem; but the time, venue and mood of its composition.
My first experiment with exam composing! Having completed the paper twenty minutes earlier today and not being allowed to leave the examination hall till the scheduled three hours were up (which was a first again), all I could think about (after checking the paper twice) was a nice old doodle, but the inner poetess had other, um, ideas and so there went nothing........
Actually it's not all that bad, considering it was written by a mind stupefied by three hours of finger-breaking and mind-boggling writing of well, a subjective paper! Maybe I should do this exam composing thing more often.......
My first experiment with exam composing! Having completed the paper twenty minutes earlier today and not being allowed to leave the examination hall till the scheduled three hours were up (which was a first again), all I could think about (after checking the paper twice) was a nice old doodle, but the inner poetess had other, um, ideas and so there went nothing........
Actually it's not all that bad, considering it was written by a mind stupefied by three hours of finger-breaking and mind-boggling writing of well, a subjective paper! Maybe I should do this exam composing thing more often.......
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