Storm (Popular Poetry)

Open your third eye and see
A violent storm in the deep sea
Over turning the ships of impure
Rushing in madly towards the shore

Out of fear I beg pardon of the wrong
I have done for my gain
Force me to sit down to weigh my pain
With tearful eyes I count the dots
On the prizes which I did win.

That storm has gripped me
The fight has begun
Over the good and bad
Between virtue and sin

The ship is capsized in the deep sea
Waiting with beating breath
Come and spread your hand to rescue me.

poem by Abdul Wahab
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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