He had taken to water like a fish,
as if it was his fundamental wish.
The first splash in the marine,
washed him with feelings, so serene.
Like he were a part of the ocean,
minuscule but a significant portion.
He felt his best in her embrace,
entwined with fabric of the waves.
It was a natural choice for him
to make work and passion akin.
He became a diver at an early age,
mining pearls from oyster’s cage.
Discovered by a scout,
amongst his peers, he stood out.
He had potential of a champion,
a talent that was one in a million.
He competed in swimming contests,
winning with fervour, each conquest.
‘A national hero’ he was now dubbed
with veterans, shoulders he rubbed.
He devoted his life to this pursuit,
aqua was his essence and root.
It gave him identity and a name,
setting him on the path of fame.
His last wish was to scatter
his ashes, where it mattered.
The final resting place being the seabed,
he was her element, in life and death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem