Love Poems No. 28 : TO TAKE HER HANDS

TO TAKE HER HANDS

With stout body and iron sinews

Confident in me, I set out on the boat,

To conquer the warring waves with well practiced hands

Throwing wild the oars, to reach the other shore.

In the desolate shore my love must be alone

Tired of waiting and crumbled in spirits;Will she put out the lights

And sink in oblivion?

The thundering sky threatened,

The roaring sea rejoiced;

Wafting my little boat

Up in the sky to break.

No, I can't surrender thus

And make the sea my grave

Even with this broken piece

I'll cross to take her hands.

Dr. Karickam