(Note to readers: The poem will be posted in two parts.)
Walking amidst the blotches,
of water, he can’t have had thoughts;
that this day,
was his D-day!
He must have thought it was a sea,
For I saw him searching for a free;
On a mission to help him, and keep him at bay,
Took a soap tray;
What I planned to be a bridge of life for him,
Turned out to be the barricade to life for him;
Hence he turned around,
To find another way.
Dissatisfied, and with the motive to succeed,
I became the sea storm,
Which was clearing a path for him;
He thought me as a force,
Which was gonna sweep him;
And yeah it did.
Later, when I looked out for him,
He was nowhere; no him;
When I was thinking about the hellish act I’d committed,
I looked at my hand;
There, he lay on my finger looking dead;
I placed him on a droplet of water,
Which was acting as his coffin;
But then and there,
he rose from the dead.
Was so relieved,
but not so,
when I saw I had broken
his leg but though;
he was surfing from drop to drop,
Searching for yet another way;
A creature so determined,
I had never seen.
Could never have guessed
what was gonna happen next?……….