THE FISHERMAN WHO WEPT
The boat shuddered
in the tempestuous embrace of the elements wild
 Creaking and jerking, absolutely beguiled
The foaming
waters upward crept
While the
supreme being up there merrily slept
The
fishermen stumbled, fumbled and cursed
 And one fisherman hunched and woebegone
 Huddled in a corner and wept.
Everything
grew eerie in the lurid semi gloom
Ah, their
little boat was heading towards its doom
In anger
intense the waters raged
 In impotent fury sighed the fishermen caged
They swayed
and with folded hands prayed
 Their blood ran cold
 Groping frantically for a foothold 
 And one hunched fisherman
 Huddled in a corner and wept.
"Whatever
will be, will be, don’t you weep,"
Consoled a
pimply faced fisherman in a voice deep.
The evil spirits
in the sky congregated
Dancing with
joy at the fear they had created
Thick
impenetrable murk from the water rose 
The boat was
surrounded by malevolent foes.
Leaden
masses of thunderclouds overhead crept
Huddled in
his corner the hunched fisherman wept.
 The thunderclouds curved round the vault of
the sky
 Ah it was inescapable- the end was nigh.
They
widened, spread and tumbled 
There were
claps of thunder
The sky was
torn asunder
 Fiery crackling darts
Struck
terror in the forlorn fishermen’s hearts
 In his corner the hunched fisherman still wept.
Frenzied
whirlwinds rushed out of the sinister night
Deafened by
the tumult 
 Whirling across the sea in a savage dance.
Absolutely
overwhelmed by their own performance
The enraged
sea roared, spluttered and hissed
 Up rose the frenzied waves and the sky they
kissed
 By intense fear his heart was gripped 
The broad
bosom of the sea tumultuously heaved
 The woebegone fisherman grieved and wept and
wept.
The evil
spirits huddled together and whispered in hushed tones
Could no
longer ignore the fisherman’s moans
  To pity
moved
 Now they no longer grooved
Ah, happy
chance
 They stopped the dance
The hunched
fisherman from his corner crept
 Pumped the air with joyous fists
 And wept.

In the land locked scene of Jaipur you envisage the hierarchy of natural forces so tremendously it spans the actual fears of Man WOW Santosh
ReplyDeleteVery very nice Santosh. The play of words is divine!
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