THE SECRET RENDEZVOUS

  

The sole jewel in the sea 

was fancied by all

One such was a stalker

who was a little torn


Between loving him and fearing him

she kept herself drowned

and wished herself equal

in his eyes most of all.


When she grew to be a menace

the jewel secretly called out

Feigned a little rendezvous

“Let's rock a friendly bout!”


She goaded at the invitation

Having fallen into the trap

She swam creepily, stealthily

victorious and full of clout.


Alas! The jewel had sent

in his stead a Rajput scout

while he had rested and rocked

the existing anchors all about.


The birth of a new people

was the herald of that day;

While to a deathly fate condemned

Ghazi flamed to her end.




Note: This poem is published on the event of the commissioning of INS Vikrant on 2nd September, 2022 and serves to remember the legacy of India’s first carrier of the same name of 1971 fame.

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