No,
This wasn’t a bus ride on a humpty road
I could see the waves riding us
In the middle of the ocean
On the new moon night of Diwali

I find no land
When I see straight
Through the horizon at five am
The sail isn’t smooth
It was the first ship of the day
After the calamity
That ended after two days

The sea was full, mischievous, aggressive
It contoured into a mountain
From the lower compartment of the boat
Where I had my ticket
The window glass was parted out
Into sea and skies equally
Though the waters had already crossed
All levels high inside my head

I have no more words to say
How I survived the six feet
Crest and trough phenomenon
Which ended after two hours
With port and land in sight,
Alive.