Lighting the torch she heads out the small path,
its the path that leads to the ocean from her home,
a village path, untouched by the nuances of modern world,
the torch is all they have, after dark.
As the splashes of waves against the rocks she clearly heard,
she tries to look and give way to any boat that approached,
but, her main aim is the yearn and hope in her eyes,
that weeps and pleads for her son to return.
Son, who till date after years, still hasn't shown up,
she refuses to believe the rumours she often heard,
no, her son cannot drown; they are the fisherfoks, ocean their playground.
Her son will return one day, if not today,
he'll need the light to get to home and relish the food she prepared,
she knew the wait would be as usual long,
thats why she prepared a torch that'd last till dawn...
THE TORCH
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...and always let your light shine.
ReplyDeleteVery touching!
ReplyDeleteDivine message ~ thanks,
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
clm ~ A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
I love the story telling in your poem - it gives a sense of light amidst the darkness- Jae
ReplyDeleteKeep that torch burning. There is hope as well as light.
ReplyDeleteHope is always needful...
ReplyDeleteHope is a bright spot in sometimes dark times
ReplyDeleteSometimes, hope is all we have left, and it is hope that keeps us going.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem
ReplyDeleteAs long as there's light, there's hope. A touching tale indeed.
ReplyDeleteA poignant image of a mother's enduring hope. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteMy heart aches for mothers who wait
ReplyDeletethanks so much @everyone for all your lovely comments. Really appreciate ;-)
ReplyDeleteI love this! A wonderful story, and a great way to use the prompt word.
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