My note from 1996: My own children are yet too small, although I have begun worrying about their spiritual safety, but right now I feel pressured to keep a check on Prabhu and Sam my precious wards


Safe from the enemy’s hand
We’re all on the boat, Lord
Safe from the tyrant’s land;
We’re all aboard, Lord.

The children came one by one
And all on the boat, Lord
The journey has now begun,
With all aboard, Lord.

The storms are sudden they say.
We’re all on the boat, Lord
And the kids on the deck play,
But all aboard, Lord.

They lean far over the railing,
While all on the boat, Lord
A sudden heave could a child fling,
Still all aboard, Lord.

They will not come inside
Right now in the boat, Lord
Cover them Master, and help provide
To stay aboard, Lord.

I’m sick with fear
For them on the boat, Lord
May the journey’s end be near,
While all aboard, Lord.

-n- 10 May 1996

[Disclaimer: I am not proud of most of the “poetry” that I have penned in my lifetime. I am no poet, but most of these poems were written at times when prose could not have provided the necessary expression and release of emotion. My poems are as important to me as singing may to be to someone who is not endowed with a singing voice—it justifiably fulfills a need. Thus, although not primarily meant for the consumption of the wider audience, it has a place in my blog, which, as I have mentioned before, also functions as a platform for my own retrieval and use.]