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My Shortest Story

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When I attempt to chase the stars

My fortune pulls me back to the start;

When I trail a path to the woods

Mountains grow from the core of the earth;

When I dare to dream of bright sunflowers

Behemothic sandstorm wrecks my vibrant acres;

When I pursue my beloved's heart,

Praying to the goddesses for his longevity,

As I sail across the ocean's breast-

I seek shelter from the sky, and

A guide from the mighty wind,

A wayward tempest dances havoc

And my vessel drowns inevitably.

Comments

Sannyasi Raja (author) from Durgapur, West Bengal, India on August 28, 2020:

YES IT HAS

OLUSEGUN from NIGERIA on August 28, 2020:

Nature has a way of sending signals to us. Good work.

Sannyasi Raja (author) from Durgapur, West Bengal, India on August 21, 2020:

thank you very much. read other articles also.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on August 21, 2020:

Welcome to HubPages! The message is endurance; not quitting. Out of many experiences, we grow stronger and more appreciative of life!

EL Doll on August 16, 2020:

A very interesting read and I love the vivid descriptions used. I really enjoyed reading this piece

Sannyasi Raja (author) from Durgapur, West Bengal, India on August 14, 2020:

Thanks for commenting. Really loved it

Ankita B on August 14, 2020:

Wonderful poem. I loved reading it.

Lorna Lamon on August 14, 2020:

There is a sense of endurance within the many trials of life in this poem. Beautifully written.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on August 14, 2020:

Really special. I am no poet but I sure like this piece.

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