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