Trusting unknown people ,
Paying them hefty ,
Packing bags and going at night
Into the deep blue sea .
Rough and harsh they are
Wondering why I trusted them
Pushing and stacking us in the boat
Not a space to breathe !!
Off we sail to Greece , but who knows ?
Sea was rough and rude
Was she angry ??
The wind was bad and heavy
Capsized our small boat
Threw us into the salty water
I swam a bit ,
Afloat for sometime ,
People drowning around me ,
Stayed strong with hope
A rescue boat may come – that’s all I pray
Floating for hours
I’m back to life ,
I’m a fortunate soul .
Syrian refugee crisis has been upsetting me since I started reading about it . Many people were drowned while trying to escape Syria , may be many survived too . We don’t know if the survival was fortunate enough for them in the new land . This is in response to the daily post prompt survive.Survive
Sail
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