POETRY: HER UNWAVERING HOPE

The night is here.
Far away in a place, where the land meets the ocean.
The sky studded with thousands  of stars,
Upon the mighty ocean waves, pristine blue.
But the silent moon outdid them all.


She stood there, by the beach.
Immersed in the tranquility, her eyelids fell.
Her hair drifted with the tune of the breeze.
It masked her face,  it hid her emotions.
The waves splashed her legs, and retreated back silently.
She felt cold, the nature was too harsh for her to brave.
Her feet took solace in the tenderness of the sand.
Her arms cuddled herself, to protect her,  to secure her.
But she stood,  for she was a woman.
She had hope, that he would return.

She reconciled, her journey is tough and ruthless.
She is confronted with obstacles, high and towering.
But she has never been so hopeful.
Her journey is steep, but she would get there.
She is waiting, for waiting is the harshest punishment.
She trembled, her lips shivered, they were hit by frostbite.
Tears silently overshadowed, the beauty of her eyes.
Isn’t there God, to help her out from her suffering?
She is the giver of life, one who nurtures life. The ultimate soul.
Why is she crying? Why is her heart weeping?

The sky illuminated with a thunder, loud and frightening.
Drops of rain descended from the hovering clouds, they too were crying.
A small little drop fell on her cheek , it joined in with her tears.
Her feet were bare, the soft sand engulfed them.
The seagulls cried, fluttering in the sea breeze, far beyond she could see.
Her face was caressed by her soft strands of hair.
Rain drops dripped from her eyebrows,
But she stood there, with hope still within her, that he would return.
 

-Vishnu Chandrasenan