How’d you feel,
If one morning you wake up,
And look around;
But, there is no one in sight
You feel you are marooned
And indeed you are shipwrecked
On a remote island
No sounds but the waves breaking
Against the rocks
Or of distant birds and crickets
Dotting the eerie silence?


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There is sweat on your brow
And fear in your guts
The sun is out now and it scorches your skin
Soon your lips are parched
Hunger and thirst invade you
Like powerful and wicked aliens from Mars
How long would you last?
Will they find you alive?
Or many years later as a skeleton of bones?
Is there any hope of survival?


You have grit,
You have faith
You can’t give up so easily
God gave you precious life for a purpose
And lifting your weary arms above you
You reach out to God
And pray to Him:
“God, all that I need here
Is Internet
To connect to my friends again.”


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  1. Umm.. that’s some subtle humor, sir.. Quite true of course in these times with Facebook, Twitter and the like 🙂 Nicely written.

    I however was expecting the poem to go a completely different way, because the words took that dark effect up till the last three lines, and reading it aloud made it more pronounced.. so a little sad at the sudden change of effect 🙂

    1. Thank you. Having spent 37 years in a sea service I wanted to make it a little different than the experience of a castaway (I am sure you would have seen the movie by that name). We are now in a world where, for everything that we do, there is an expectation from the Internet; be it Wikipedia for knowledge of any kind or Google to search for anything. In our daily and routine life too, Internet is taken for granted; so much so that if we don’t have access to it, we feel marooned like those sailors of yore.