The Landfall

I am a lonely woman, frail and weakling,

Before your mighty presence, O,landfall!

People have witnessed your frightening face,

Overriding the tumultuous waves of the

Turbulent ocean; but you are not satisfied,

It seems; you are traversing a path of destruction from sea to the deserts, and

So on; nobody can predict your ultimate Destiny;

Right here on this patch of land, the Empathetic moon is illuminating my path,

By shedding light from his eternal torch;

I have to reach my destination safe and

Secure in the dark of night, before you

Could strike your lethal blows; I have

Nothing to defend myself except my will

Power to survive; I wish to feel and enjoy

This beautiful world;

The winds are blowing in terrific speed,

Trying to uproot me from the mother earth;

It is becoming harder and harder to clutch

At my flowing robes and the bag, but

My soul is intact facing the upheaval

Nonchalantly, and with rare resolution;

On the wings of feathery moonlight,

I can fly over your ambitious sweep;

I will emerge victor in the end;

I will see your demise happily, at last.