(Artwork by: Anubhav Nagpal)
A voyage with all in a ship of their own;
It begins with a cry and ends with a mourn.
It’s easy in the beginning; just cripples in the water,
But as you go in deep, some get slaughtered.
Tides, enormous waves they form.
Abruptly, a hurricane strikes; some get stuck,
Others survive and some already died.
“Few lucky people are born in stagnant waters”
(The time has come…)
You reached the shore but by this time, pale and cold;
Sorry to say, you are no more.
– Anubhav Nagpal
