For the Chosen
The sun rose in my sky with spectrum of promise,
as on the serene sea I sailed my boat
for the shore far,
waiting with dreams.
In rootless mind nascent buds of hope haven’t flowered,
they’ve wilted in the harsh wind of despair.
Anguished storm seizes me, I stray from course,
time at sunset is running out to be ashore.
When at the rough sea my boat wrecks,
helplessly I ask God, “Why me”?
For the chosen
peace hides in pain.
February 19, 2021
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Fragmented Verse
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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