There she goes
or does she wait ?
looking at the horizon
or reaching out to it ?
that regal traveller
is she lonely ?
or is she forlorn?
will she succumb to the leacherous sea?
will she rush into someones waiting arm
a mystery she 's been for many a men
pirates and captains have lost for her
the ocean too has tried to engulf
her stature and demeanour could not be touched .
I wondered if she was a womans replica
fighting the sea
which was as torrent as the world
that world ...
which waits ,and prowls to pounce
on 'Her' the 'woman'
in her moment of weakness .
but the more I see her
from my window near the waters
and see her
in her regality
no wave will waver her
only the 'silt '
and has no desire to float in the milieu
she is no fool
she will survive
she knows an anchor waves away the storm .
and to win the battle of life
she forgoes the pleasures of going adrift
she decides to stay and survive
rather than drift away and die .
She is a womans inspiration
to live and strive
she is a woman's inspiration to
win the fight