If our final destination is death
The riddle may be our stay on earth
May be the ferry is more important that the dock
May be it's the tickle in every tick of the clock
Or the fickle in every inch of the block
Some sail, though short, but attain a great fame
Some, protracted but bedeviled with shame
Life is a ferry within a frame,
Engrailed on it is our name
Your glock may pave the way,
But with your flock you achieve your aim
Your dock should never leave things the same
Coz you are the captain in this ferry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely penned, a beauty to read.