The Storm 

My thoughts wander and loose themselves 
into the dark abyss of the waters surrounding me,
The waters are still-deathly quiet
I can sense a storm coming 1

Birds start towards their nests
and the swans flutter about restlessly,
The cuckoo peeks through the hole
while the eagles make their way back.

But Alas! I have lost my way in the sea,
I am tired, lonely and hungry,
above all helpless..
There are only the fishes to watch my woes..

I wish I had wings like the birds
To fly away from this unsafe,
dangerous, nightmare of a storm-
it engulfs me completely.

The nightmarish storm that would devour me,
My mind knows that I would perish
But my heart looks upto Him
in whom there is undying Faith!