The boat set away to the land known,
The moiling lashes, huh, are his own.
Bad days & no food; it is prone,
Shard it will be, is a fear unknown,
It row its way and for days unshown,
With a brave mother, is how it was grown.
A day at abundance, another day to prove its brilliance,
It set away to the land unknown.
The juncture`s rage is beyond acceptance,
Was agreed when the sail had flown.
The sea swell & roared to the boat`s defiance,
The dory still kept the thorne.
The waves now begin to exhibit its flamboyance,
The dinghy was now loosing the possessed own.
The shore continued its aghast surveillance,
Till the dory was gone. A ghost to the land known.
We hear stories of its valor,
How it showed all its color,
It was the one seeking all flavour,
It proved to be the bravery cavour,
There is a sea for all you see,
All alike for you and me,
My dory shall be cite for bravery,
The wretch is momentary,
For, humans are no boats. They can be mend again!!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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