Stranded Poem by Neha m.k

Stranded

Just like the seasons keep changing
The moon light is often raging
Across the globe one often flys
Sickening on the way of the southern tide

All across my hand I wrote
Scribbling numbers and often quotes

Often I wait alone at night
Staring at the plain blue hopeful sky
Praying for a plane to save my life

Holy, there could be at least a ship
For I knew how to talk a trip
Stuck on this island ages since,

Through the
Dark ages
Of the seven
Nations,

There lays hope
Somewhere in the sky
For the stars
Shine throughout
The dark and Spooky night