Wading through the waters
dragging out whatever possible
his breath got shorter
wondering whether it would be tangible
he made his way to the shore greater
while the water pulled him down
the weight he carried immersed him further
he struggled hard to get through alone
marooned in the vicious waters for long
his hands and legs got numbed
he had to make it fast or else in a song
the sweeping waters would get him embalmed.
An incident that brings into the mind
the struggles in real life of a kind
similar to this in find
of crossing the life cycle with strain
have to do no matter it be a drain.
Meenas Poems 