First Poem

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A boat out in the sea
with no clear destination.

Up above the fierce storm lingers

Down under the sharks swam
waiting

Escape was a fantasy
For we were in reality

The fear that engulfs
Rain that cries,
unstoppable

With mere hope,
she floats

There was no manual
No navigator
all alone

The tides change, days pass
She was pushed and burdened
Where was the light?

But one day, one fine day
Even a nameless boat

Shall find its shore
Just hold on a life more.

This is my friend's poem.Hope you all enjoyed.

KHAN

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