by M.Mohankumar
Who let the wind out of the bag
when the sea was calm and landfall
was not far off? It wasn’t a god
or goddess, I know, for I haven’t
done anything to displease them.
Someone of my own kind did it.
And he did it with malice aforethought.
Suddenly, the sky darkened; thunder
boomed and lightning threatened
to split the ship asunder. And the wind
gathered strength and turned into
a violent storm. Huge waves rose,
tossing the ship perilously on the sea.
There I was, alone, at the helm,
fighting an unequal battle. I fought
with grit, with all my wits about me,
but soon lost ground and was shaken.
And then I felt there was someone
beside me, someone I could not see,
but whose presence I could sense,
who seemed to urge me on; So I
steered with renewed strength,
steered away from the whirlpools
and the baleful rocks, and landed
safely, even as the storm petered out.
