Wrapped in a burqa silently in the corner of a decrepit bus,
I embrace the nostalgic tune that begins my daydream.
The tune creates images of the sea and its powerful stream.
I think of how the waves extend outward to protect us.
An ocean of burqas on board beguiling ships,
Singing their hearts out to the fearless seas.
Underneath the burqas, the expression of joy,
And jubilation that comes with the tune eventually slips.
A bolt of lightning slams the starboard side.
My dream fades away, here comes the stormy sea.
Cursing, a calloused hand viciously pulls at me,
He is horrifying, as strong as the wind and the tide!
The gentle kiss of the ocean waves once soothed me to sleep,
But now lightning flashes an eerie light across the sky.
Waves plunge out of a sea once smiling with glee.
They leave me battered, bruised, and banished with a sweep.
My head from the repeated screams,
The horror and blurred fury of whips and kicks.
I try to stand, only to collapse like the plunging waves.
The storm is horrifying, but I begin to dream my dreams.
Visions of the ocean blur in and out of focus,
As the beautiful tune is finally broken.
The ocean of burqas spill out- they see the end,
As the beautiful song they sing is soon silenced.
A sea of tears trickle down my face,
But they are concealed underneath my burqa.
The eye of the storm cannot see my longing
To see my beautiful friends sing my favorite tune.
I dream of the gentle kiss of the ocean,
And begin to sing with love and emotion.
The storm embraces me, lost in motion
As I drown to the depths of the ocean,
I hold onto my favorite tune and my devotion.
An Ocean of Burqas
BY PRIYASHA chakravati