Battleship Poem by Artchil Daug

I thought of love, and yet no love from thee
the cold pat of the sea on this sad coast,
with pebbles resembling broken mem'ries
this glass that shatter with no form to boast.

In this dark night filled by the saddest lines
my soul expunged in an ocean of tears
flowing from thy lips that this heart enshrines
to the pedestal now left forlorn in sneers.

But the sun always finds a way to rise
as birds know how to fly after a storm,
and to stay stationary is unwise
in a world of flux I cannot but conform;

for when this heart of mine started casting
this ship can withstand rough tides of beating.