Searching

Searching I am swept off by the floods I find no hope or grip to come out of water, water all along my way My hands are begging for a single minute rest My lungs are praying for a little bit of air It is pulling me in it’s speed and in it’s way My stomach is burning with hunger and eyes are drooping in exertion Nothing before my eyes except water A dead body of ass is moving beore me My hands are saying thanks to Him for sending it to hold on to it for a moment I lost my consciousness before the arrival of rescue team They tied me in a rope and pulled me in to a boat it is a shore where I have been kept There My Mother smiles as the rays of Sun told me How safe is the shore and land? Still I am searching a hold or grip to come out from this life Will that ass come for my rescue Can I reach His hands to reach the shore?