Bottoms used to padded seats
Sides groomed to sleep on air
It is back to the helm or sink
Is as it is with the captains
It is death without their cuts
Vast windows with cute seaview
Polished walls with oil paintings,
It is back to the helm or sink
Is as it is with the captains
It is death without their takes.
Horn glasses often pushed up
Looks deliberately deadpanned,
I t is back to the helm or sink
Is as it is with the captains
It is death without their dish out
Spoons shoveling best of meals
Out in a tuxedo into a maserati,
I t is back to the helm or sink
Is as it is with the captains
It is death without their odd rations
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write up. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing..10.