I wanted to be a sailor
And explore the sea
But being a son of a farmer
I could not realize my dream
Mother told me
To toil the soil
And smell the fragrance
Associated with the changing of season
I obeyed my mother
And followed the plough
And forgot to go to ocean
Once I got a turtle, green
While tilling the land
And put it upon my head
After making it clean
To make it safe and keep my head cool.
But when I plucked it
And brought on my palm
It tuned into a fairy
Gifted me a cap made up of wind
Since then
This son of a farmer
Became a sailor
Guiding his own ship
No matter how deep is the sea.
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