Sea Metaphor

Sea tossed and was fidgety, My vessel tiny and puny, The wind was irate and angry, It turned me every one way, Directionless tossed and chopped, I adjusted blown sails almost in a drop, I feared for my carrier, Any moment it may prove a fallen warrior, I frantically did my compass, For any sign of land mass, Our puny lives are same, In the sea of “life”, We are tossed chopped and hustled, By its “winds” and “water”, We look for “direction”, To reach a “land mass”, Some times we reach ashore, Till on a day we are drowned before.