By Anish Adya
Stuck in a stormy sea,
When the waves are mighty high,
And the water might just freeze,
Under the solemn,cloudy sky.
Just hold on to the rope,
Feet firm and honest,hope,
That the waves do not surmount,
One's heart of faith,a fount.
And the bow,head high with grit,
To the deapth did not submit.
And sooner than too late,
Arrived those Angels of fate,
As the Sun tore through the storm
The soul felt as if re born.