Ship

As my ship sails without sail

Guided by the star I know not,

Sans the peddle, sans any row

In the hope of an anchor at the shore……..

 

As fierce winds try to push it back

What invisible force takes it ahead

Is the destination inevitable or is it the journey

Or is it earth going round while the ship stands still……………..

 

About Natasha Sachdeva

Trying to bring alive the poet in me, that I believe died some nine years ago...
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