The waves became calm.
Silence prevails.
Previous night was rough!
Dark thundering clouds!
Roaring storm winds!
Pitch black!
Directionless! Hopeless!
Lightening tears apart the clouds!
As of now, his only motive is to safeguard the life in his hands rather than his own!
Anchoring reason for his own existence!
Nothing else!
Lost in the vast open horizon.
No one to wipe out the droplets.
No one to drive him to the shore.
Life at stake!
Alone!
Searching for a ray of light!
Sailing: No, no, no. Just surviving in the lap of the ocean mother.
Terrified by her last night’s frantic dance.
Floating in the rhythm of her current.
Shore—all he needs to do is wash away his sore.
The journey seems hard and impossible.
The gentle sea breeze pushing his back.
In the brim of lost hope, he felt like his legs landed on a beach shore.
A drop of hope bloomed.
The egg cracks from inside!
A small beak of life peeked outside and chirped!
Life finds a way!
The silence broke!
He finally rested in the lull of the waves!
A Plight of an abandoned lost boat in an ocean with a nest of seagull’s egg on it!
