“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence”
“I look far out into the pregnant night,
Where I can hear a solemn booming gun
And catch the gleaming of a random light,
That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.”
Farewell To A Queen
I watch and wait.
Watching as the sun slips down
Past the fishing nets
Into gently lapping golden waves.
Waiting for a queen of royal lineage.
The crowd quietens,
Then breaks into cheers.
She has appeared.
The Queen sails majestically out of harbour,
And with her,
Photographs taken as my friends left Fort Cochin on the Queen Elizabeth yesterday and sailed off into the Arabian Sea.
You taught me Waiting with Myself —
Appointment strictly kept —
You taught me fortitude of Fate —
This — also — I have learnt —
An Altitude of Death, that could
No bitterer debar
Than Life — had done — before it –