Friday, January 22, 2010

### Iceberg Father

Rating: 2.8
I was sitting thinking of the TITANIC and this
poem came into my mind.

A ship of song and dance.
Wine, unsinkable, a bow chrome lance.
Frolic we did on the Sabbath day.
Iceberg ahead! a cry of fray.
On my knees praying loud.
That sound of a tearing shroud.
Iceberg waters flooded in.
Forgetting the Sabbath, our sin.
Many died that frightful night.
My prayers, a lifeboat in sight.
Cold, yet still having life.
Like Noah, our ship out of sight.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar 05 February 2010
good narration mark 10 shan
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Prince Obed de la Cruz 30 January 2010
indeed, this one is really good. I've rated this one 10
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Kranthi Pothineni 23 January 2010
Its a nice and fine write indeed.
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Yacov Mitchenko 22 January 2010
A little simplistic and naive, wouldn't you say? How many have prayed and observed the Sabbath in the holocaust and perished at the hands of Nazis anyway? I'm sure there were serious and devoted men and women, at fault in no way, and were helped in no way. As for what may or may not be the case beyond this life - that remains speculation, theory at best. What I've noticed about this life is that it doesn't follow our petty little notions of 'morality'.
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