THE TIDE WILL TURN

What if, the storms today,

Are fierce and ferocious;

Nibbling and numbing,

The very spirit, and essence of living;

What if, the circumstances today,

Are beyond cover and control;

Cruelly crushing, and mercilessly murdering;

Veins and vigour within;

What if, dear one’s today,

With all hatred and helpfulness;

Have thrown, lame and lone,

Estranging all bonds, and bondages;

What if, glory and greatness today,

Acquired hardly and hugely assembled;

Sharply swept away, in the storm,

Leaving bare handed and bleak headed;

Though, there are, storms today,

And the ways,

Look quite complex and confused;

None, is there, around,

To give and guide;

Nothing, is there, around,

Any solace, and savior, to provide;

By Time’s heavy stroke,

Has left, totally torn and tired;

Yet, Nature’s mutability, and adaptability,

Is sure, to bring change;

If not today, tomorrow then,

No state, is ever unchangeable,

Destruction precedes construction;

At a very sharp end;

New tide, may bring,

More energy, more life,

Perseverance and patience,

Be the weapon,

Unflinching, and unshakable belief within,

Must live and lie, in ample amount,

That, certainly, the tide will turn.