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Anchor and Baggage

The weight of an anchor on the deck of a hull,
The pain of baggage in the core of my heart,
Whether to carry or let go off the shelf,
I remained indecisive, no matter how deep I mull.
 
If I let go off the anchor,
I will be left stranded,
Anchored in the midst of nowhere
But to sail the rough seas and reach the shore,
I shall not drop the anchor, for sure.
 
I let the weary oars paddle forward,
In a hope to beach at that elusive shore.
In the tryst with fate, on my voyage over rough seas,  
The one thing that came to light,
From the depths, in the darkness of night,
That I shall never let go off the baggage and the weight,
Cos, it is the ballast in the bilge,
That was kept for a reason with foresight.
 
If I drop off the weight, I will become too light,
To be swept away easily by the gusts,
And the unforgiving storms of life.
So, I need that pain and that weight,
To remain stable and buyout,
To sail the rough seas,
And to face the mighty currents.
 
So, I will hold this weight till I cross,
The dangers and depths of the rough seas,
Till I reach the shallows of the pleasant levee,
And untill the harbor comes into sight!

(2014)

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