Reminiscence

 Shrill was the shriek; 

and tough was the path,

Harsh was the glare;

Tearing souls apart,

High and ferocious 

Were rising the waves 

Hard were the nights and harder the days...

In such adversity 

We steered through;

Sailors the people,

Positivity the crew;

Our captain (the soul) ignited, the torch of hope;

We steered through, and held the silver line of Hope

Prachi Krishna