Searching
Searching
I am swept off by the floods
I find no hope or grip to come out
of water, water all along my way
My hands are begging for a single minute rest
My lungs are praying for a little bit of air
It is pulling me in it’s speed and in it’s way
My stomach is burning with hunger
and eyes are drooping in exertion
Nothing before my eyes except water
A dead body of ass is moving beore me
My hands are saying thanks to Him
for sending it to hold on to it for a moment
I lost my consciousness before the arrival of rescue team
They tied me in a rope and pulled me in to a boat
it is a shore where I have been kept
There My Mother smiles as the rays of Sun
told me How safe is the shore and land?
Still I am searching
a hold or grip to come out from this life
Will that ass come for my rescue
Can I reach His hands to reach the shore?
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