Thursday, November 01, 2012

~Wreckage Dhow~

Who would ever know?
That we have reached here
Battled the waves and destiny
To sure reach safe at this shore
Yet a wreckage dhow
Battered from all corners
Beaten with circumstances
At times made of our own hands
There is also the work of fate
That plays the tune of waves
The blend of two, creates the storm
For once that was a proud dhow
Turning to be piece of wrecked woods
A reminder of some phases of our lives

Copyright 2012 Nasra Al Adawi


Blogger iamnasra said...

This poem wad fun to write

11:58 AM  
Blogger goatman said...

I like it.
The part of a whole, once proud sailing ship. Now a final structure to foil the wind and be stoppage to the wandering sand.
It is nice to know that your country has islands . . .

3:44 PM  

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