Anchored Ship

People are anchored in their ship

In the depth of the ocean of life.

What will bring them ashore?

Would the whistling wind gushing

 through the coconut orchard?

Or the serenity of the green meadows 

Or the joy of the chirping birds

Or a soothing chiming of the distant bell

Or the giggles of the innocent boys and girls

Or a mellifluous raga floating by

Or the distant mountains

Or the deep valleys and lakes

Or life’s calling