If the tempest of time torments your life
in the shipwreck on the rough sea of strife,
with the perennial hope you’ll again float,
if you find a sacred place on the divine boat.
Life will get the rhythm of waves rolling free,
if you make the serene soul a seamless sea.
June 15, 2021
Contest : Bite Size Poem No. 7
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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