Guinea-pig

I am a guinea-pig in your creation
You made me to believe in the early dawn-
“A quiet sea never made a skilled mariner”

Navigation in the ocean of time
Has been day and night
To be sick and tired are forbidden here

Dreadful waves of ignorance and indifference
Have broken the mast of the ship
See skilled I’m up till now

I set the sail of love on the ship
Thunder storm of counterfeit closeness
Torn apart the sail in the mid sea

Gust of selfish rain with violent stroke
Has snatched even my grief from heart
Tears I do not shed see skilled I’m

Scorching heat of words
Has dazed my skin to brown
Silent I’m still with no pain in my heart

Soon my ship will reach to shore
In the prayer I’ll not burn in grief
But shall seek another journey