Into the darkness..

With a bucket of fishes in one hand,

he turned his head for a thousandth time

to the vast sea touching the horizon

but could only feel serenity sublime.

Dropping his shoulders in despair,

he crept into his cave up high,

rested his head against the plush

when the zephyr sang him a lullaby.

Hours passed by and the moon came out

he was still mumbling like a git.

Then he eventually woke up with his head spinning

and saw his cave so brightly lit.

The place echoed with falsetto

when he saw freedom in the heart of the sea.

Then he knelt down and put his hands together

‘O King of kings, I thank thee’.

Frolic turned into laughter and then into a mere smile;

his eyes did not even for once wink

gazing at the sea he entered dilemma

and for the first time he began to think.

‘Thou hast given me troubles enough;

my family no more can i see

but when I weighteth the two in different pans;

both appearth the same to me’.

‘I lost a lot but gained more:

more than earlier ones put together.

To thee, O pitiful, I owe everything

for thou art both my teacher and mother’.

‘I play, I weep, I laugh and eat

in the process I never feel shy

nobody to whom I owe an explanation,

master of my own will am I’.

‘It’s easy leading a life of comforts

whilst here each day I pare

I pity those adding to the monotony

for such life is led by rare’.

‘Therefore I will not take a step forward,

into my dark pram will I creep

to meet the angels above unlike them

I should go back to sleep’.