We were sailing merrily towards the shore
Observing depth of the water, enjoying to the core.
With our boatman smart, loving and best,
Singing but vigilant created a spirit of fest.
A storm hit the waters, its impact so profound,
We lost our boatman, our minds nowhere to be found.
I saw you bleed and my heart ached,
Wounded by the cut which the destiny baked.
The next thing I saw you took the oars,
Dominated the charge and pacified all roars.
The boatman must love you more in the storm’s lap,
Watching your beautiful face adorned with the sailor’s cap
At the same time I felt hurt by a snake’s bite,
But you drank the poison and gave me life.
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