There is a tide in the
affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
Julius Caesar Act 4, scene 3, 218–224
Such was the tide, that led me here.
But no voyage can be started
Nor unknown waters be charted
Until you find a ship to trust
And a captain, brave and just
So my sights I set afar
Guided by a sky and its leading star.
The wind in my sails ebbed and soared
But my trusted compass kept me assured
The rudder was still holding its line
And the wheel kept me moving just fine.
The beacon atop the lighthouse beckoned
And its brightness lit the future I
reckoned.
Has the journey come to an end?
Or is it just another bend?
When other tides and seas I seek
What I do and what I speak,
How I fight and how I cope
I learnt aboard my ship of ‘Hope’
The ship mentioned here represents Asha Hsopital, Hyderabad and the poem is dedicated to my teachers there on the occasion of teacher's day.
Broken poems, scattered verses, 