Far away on the ocean dreams,
I sailed on my memories' boat
camouflaged by the misty past
and came out with a anecdote.
I found myself into tidal waves
To the twisted turn from my stormy life
With a song or two to face the stroke
I sang my way out of the constant strife...
Though only two four line verses, Vaibhav, this is a fine poem, a complete poem, carrying your idea to completion in eight well expressed and imagery filled lines. It was a pleasant read from beginning to end and it made a statement. Carl.
singing one's way out of the strifes in sailing life...nice theme Vaibhav...well presented...10
A beautiful title for a beautiful poem. May you always sing your way out of strife, my brave friend. Kind wishes, Sandra
Words flow like honey, dream-like imagery. Always a pleasure to read your fine verse Vaibhav.
With a song or two to face the stroke I sang my way out of the constant strife... Rachel Ann Butler
There's nothing like the beauty of music to sail away from the problems of life. Beautiful flow and poem. 10 love Karin
precise.. wonderfully so. sing the worries way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very neat little poem with strong imagery...good write Vaibhav