All around, be drifting my boat of life,
In the direction of chaotic wind;
Just bouncing in between the tides of strife;
Lost in the open sea, till land I find.
No paddle do I have to row my boat;
To tame it to my will and find a course.
My boat, among strong tides, do merely float;
And everyday at sea spent, makes it worse.
From time to time, I find a shore or two.
Though not suit my will nor what for I search.
Then back to sea to find another clue;
To reach that ultimate land where I'll perch.
Not so sure I am that will my boat crush?
In search of land, will my bones turn to ash?
YOU ARE READING
Sonnets For You
Puisi"Do read those lines of mine written for you; Those lines in which I shared my feelings true. And may in heart of yours form something new From rhymes of mine that bear a story blue"
