‘A ship's not a ship to me 'til she gets her teeth into green water.'
John Rhodes Sturdy
Wretched souls, to faithful memory
The lions roared the wolves howled,
Soldiers bleed, the leaders are rash
Multi-head monster, terror explore.
Captain O Captain for thy ship's ply
Could none stop, but hold the mast,
Think ye dead, awhile, unleash death,
By smaller hands, don't break apart.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
September 4,2014.
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