I am a harbour of a remote island
And you are a lost sailor of the sea
I’ve heard prayers move alps, hope
One day fate anchors you in my sea
If, destiny fails to oblige my prayers
And you are not escorted to my cove
I’ll set out alone in the worst storm
As my inner storm is insane more
For God’s sake, seek truth in me
Eternally on fire a living soul in me
Stranded amid water in a far off land
‘Water or fire’ what kills me first, will see
I’ve lit a lamp on my door for the lost travellers
I am seeing a storm uprising on your horizon
Copyright (c): Dr. Nikhat Bano
All Rights Reserved
New Delhi, India. January 9, 2017
A brilliant employment of an extended metaphor.
So kind of you Sir, thanks for your comments!
Profound and so skillfully penned.