Prompt #5; The Irrelevant Pure Nature…

A good day to all once again! Here is one more prompt of mine. Hope you like it!

The sea that roared along, today sat quietly hushed,

A little boat, on its water, gently pushed.

As the boat gently, bobs on its gentle waves,

the little sailor’s soul, more adventure, it craves.

As the boat gently, bobs on its gentle waves,

the sea now did something seldom,

out of boredom,

rocked the boat higher and higher,

unlike something it ever did,

unwantingly, made the boat descend.

The boat sank, pushed the sailor on a deserted bank, and something worse could happen, she woke up.

This was all a dream!

Better say a nightmare,

a nightmare of a little girl, who wished and tried about to be a sailor,

but today, she only dreamt.

All because she is told, even today, she can’t pursue her will.

All because she was a young maiden, and couldn’t be a sailor.

Now, this today turned into nature, irrelevant pure nature of the people around her, of the society…

  – Aadya Singh


3 Comments Add yours

  1. Nice poem and photo 👌🙏🌷

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Aadya singh says:

      Thanks 👍😌

      Liked by 2 people

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