Poem 126 - A Sailor

The Ship was going on its way to Morocco

But what happened to the ship nobody did know

It seemed to have overturned - some people said

Some told that the sailors were safe, others told they were dead

But one day returned a weary old sailor, from the ship

Wow! So did all of the sailors complete the trip?

We decided to ask, but he was too weak

And neither could he stand nor could he speak

He was put on a small bed in a hut

On his forehead - the sailor had a small cut

Over it we put some bandage, and fed him well

So after some days his story he did tell

When he recovered, he told that "Nearby the ship had crashed

And every thing got badly smashed"

He told all sailors died, but he managed to swim to land

And that was why he was exhausted and he couldn't speak or stand

So the sailors or the ship, never reached Morocco

In fact, not much far could the ship go

And Nearly the last sailor had died, but he managed to swim

And so here we managed to save him

-Gaurang Rao

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