A moon- less night it was, with ghostly gusts blowing, only. a pairful of stars we- re glowing, when ligh- tning made it clear that th- ere was a ship near, the mast was torn to pieces. Waves were prepared to gulp up whatsoever co- mes their way. The black clouds we- re overhead like two seas face to face, one above the horizon, the other below. The bl- ack reflection of the phantom sea, became the shi- p's foe, when a tremendous cliff was in sight, she shouted land but too late for be- fore that the ship hit the massive, rocky stand. The whole ship reclined, with which few people too, including her, but he pulled her back when a little girl slipped too. He saved her however was taken up by the waves himself. She sh- outed, she screamed but in vain for he did this not for love but for humanity's sake. The storm ca- lmed & they arrived the harbour when her only question was, "Isn't God at the sea grand, as He's on land?" It's a boat, though the mast is inclined but it is a boat, isn't it?? 😅😅 Buddy Mantra, thanks for organising such a challenge, it helped me in some way, anyhow... 😁😁 #buddymantra #gametimewithbm #concretepoetrybm #yqbaba
