Titanic

By Jyotsna Giridharan

The Titanic set on its maiden motion

From Southampton on the tranquil ocean.

Two thousand passengers all cramped in

Aboard the luxurious, royal titan.

Held by iron, built with steel,

No saline malign could corrode its keel.

Blazed with four funnels

No one knew it spelt trouble

RMS set sail on April’s eve.

Cheers and beers for four days straight

Drunken lads after lasses for old Pete’s sake

All these scenes marked the great await

Of the unforeseen night, which will break.

At two twenty, on the fifteenth

Titanic hit a bergy bit.

Fear rose over the Atlantic

And everyone went frantic.

Smith and his crew tried to find order

But can that be? With a big brew of disorder?

The royal, majestic riveted vessel

Was unfolding now like loose tassels.

One sixty ticks it took,

For the ship to break in two.

Thank God few escaped

On lifeboats that were supposed to remain draped.

But thousand five hundred drank the cold waters,

Thousand five hundred souls underwater.

Can you imagine their sight before they died?

How they perished? How hellish!

By Jyotsna Giridharan