A Never Ending Night

Biological entities or angels of God; who are we? 
Ten times two, youth, we set to the island.
If day here is pleasant freedom and lost in wilderness,
Why not night?
A simple request from boatman; we smiled mockingly as
he joined his hands to worship the sea.
Oh, the superstitious beings of the world!
On island, same ritual... again!
Why did we think emancipation is disregarding advice?
Twilight, we asked boatman to leave.

Festivities and fun took the toll,  
we drank our fill, fished, grilled, relished 
and embraced soothing glistening waves,
boasting an exhibition of muscles and ability.
Love beckoned, lovers sought conducive corners;
Darker part of the darkness was exciting, inland.
Why question beliefs and stories of the night?
In the water, moon was painting us silver...

A gasp and a screech... the spell broke and shattered!
It went past somebody and brushed past my friend,
He sunk and everybody was shouting
I stared nonplussed, my mind cried “Shark!”
Actually, I was really shouting and crying!
What was the growing little quiver inside my heart?
“There’s no shark here!” I stopped short, dumb.

We wade to the beach in panic, my friend staggered out and collapsed.
We carried him to the camp and examined him with a torch.
No blood, no bruises...
We helped him get warm when somebody called us out.
Two couples were running like mad.
One saw a boat approaching the island from other side.
It was not our boat...we stood fearful and trembling.
Suddenly it sunk down!
One of us shouted for help in the water.
Some of us rushed to her rescue...she sunk.
We clustered; my mind was going ashtray.
Does evolution meant disregarding past, to us?
Everybody was counting our number; once, twice, thrice….twenty!

A cock crowed, once…twice...thrice; from where?
I peered at my watch, it was three: Relief!
As we trod to the camp, one stubborn broke the ice.
He pulled out a bottle; we drank to the music and danced.
I looked at my watch and stayed transfixed.
It was one in the morning!
I shook it and checked with others.
What was this maze?
Oh! Why did we not pay attention to what it was 
rather than theorising in self-defence?

Music stopped dead and we froze.
The moon was in its initial position.
If in logic, zero and one are as important,
Who are we to separate science and superstitions?

The night decided never to end…..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 8/23/2017 12:26:00 PM
Thanks N. I. Negron for honoring me with place 6 in your contest. I'm glad that my poem met the standard of your contest. It was a pleasure participating and taking the challenge. Congrats to all the winners! :D
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Date: 8/22/2017 11:13:00 PM
Congrats for the win, Sunita. Yes, science and superstitions are age-old rivals. Nice write.
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Sunita U.D Palawon
Date: 8/23/2017 12:32:00 PM
Thanks. Agree with you but there's something which makes us thing twice about both and till today both concept have survived even among the most modern younger generation. A long debate.:) Sunita
Date: 8/11/2017 6:45:00 AM
What an amazing write Sunita. I enjoyed it from beginning to end...Maria
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Date: 8/17/2017 1:20:00 AM
Hi Maria, thanks so much for the read and appreciation. I'm glad it pleased you. All the best :) Hugs Sunita
Date: 8/6/2017 2:25:00 PM
Hi Sunita , amazing write my heart was in my mouth reading thanks for sharing :))hugs
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Date: 8/7/2017 10:35:00 AM
Thanks friend. So glad you read and so sincerely express your feeling. I'm so touched. :) Regs Sunita
Date: 8/5/2017 11:54:00 PM
Superbly written my friend...I bow...god bless...^WW^
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Date: 8/6/2017 1:45:00 PM
Love your visits and comments. They are so inspiring. GL :) Sunita