Memory, a Diary-Win

A Festival celebrations vacation was on And a pleasure to go swimming every morn With friends to the open Arabian sea. Noticed a war-ship anchored onto the sea. Hey, buddy, let’s go up to the ship there And let’s see who comes first to the shore. As we were about to approach the ship Saw some soldiers pointing guns at us. Fled like a frightened fish seeking the shore Forgetting who reached first and who the last. A word went round the town as of caution As it was the time of the Second World War. Nothing happened for the next few days And the ship had gone one fine morning. But we learnt the lesson of how to swim Against the tide and also with the tide. I carry about with me this diary as a treasure As the lasting perfume, not as a past pleasure ============================ Dr. Ram Mehta 3rd place win in Contest: Free Verse by P.D.