The seaman's sail of sorrow

By Keyur Patil

"O, my dear ocean." The seaman wrote with his tears He set sail; his final one.

"Are they serving you well?" He asked-

"Do they still dump their shame into you?"

With no point of return

He sailed to the heart of the ocean.

The sun sank; the moon arose

Stars decorated the ocean floor.

The drunk seaman flung himself

With all force; deep into the ocean.

He had given up on life

Just as life had given up on him.

And then the following day

The sea shifted him to shore.

To his surprise

He woke up on an island of gold.

"O, thank you my dear ocean!" He yelled hysterically- "Thank you for everything."

The sea, the nature, the virgin world

Was all he had in the end; all that he needed.

By Keyur Patil