Seeing the endless form of Him Before me, lost in wonder I found That object when the light was dim As the sun was a dull crimson round. Along the waves it seemed to be Cradled and I was curious at first. "What could that black object be?" Questioning myself, I picked it to test Whether my assumption was right or not. As usual I was proved wrong again. It was a coconut shell soft but hard To break and I threw it back again, To the sea from where it came to me. I don't know who threw it before. For how long it was there in the sea, I know not as well and before How long will it be picked by another, Is also a question that goes without An answer like that question of whether I will be here or not loomed above Other thoughts to me at that time. Also for how long I will still have The desire to be here all the time Came to me too as I just craved For an eternity to be alive, Alas that shell came to me Again, sending a sharp knife To me and I longed to be free.
This is a master piece RGS. I dont have enough words to praise it. Each stanza show the much thought process behind it.
I am very happy and relieved to get a feedback for this post, Pallavi. Frankly I was a bit let down that it was not well received, but I also understood where my mistake lied too. Thanks so much for your appreciation. -rgs
