I bought a perfect picture
A ship sailing on the sand
Surely safe and had lustre
Cannot be sunk or wrecked
It was nicely placed on a spot
From where it can be seen clearly
For as long as one wishes to see
From all sides, that too, closely
But, when I took notice of it
It wasn’t at its right place
Wasn’t a perfect picture, either
It was an illusion and a disgrace
This marvel had to be in the sea
Drifting, tossing on watery waves
Facing tempest, facing calmness
Decoding sea’s fury and its joys
I want my ship on water again
Navigating along in all weather
Braving rough sea, finding direction
Let it reach a trench or a harbour
When I know my limits….
When destiny plays its part…..
For how long can I deceive myself?
For how long a myth will be a reality?
Copyright (c): Nikhat Bano
New Delhi, India. November 14, 2016.
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