amrith raj

Rookie (03-07-1996 / kannur)

The Last Journey - Poem by amrith raj

SET FROM THE BEVERLY HILLS,
IN WITH A CREW OF OCTAGONAL NUMBERS,
OUR FALCON , AN OLD MODEL SHIP ,
WHICH I BELIEVED TO BE BELONGING TO COLOMBUS,
OUR CAPTAIN, MR.BROWNS WAS A ANNOYING PERSON,
NO JOKES OR ENTERTAINMENT WORDS SLIPPED OUT OF HIS MOUTH.
JUST THE HARSH WORDS THAT CAME TOWARDS US ,
LIKE A RAGING ARROW , FROM HIS JAWS ,
IT WAS MY FIRST VOYAGE, FROM BEVERLY HILLS TO THE CAPE TOWNN CONTINENT.
IT WAS THE HAPPIEST BEGINNING OF MY LIFE,
BUT NOW... I AND MY FELLOW CREWS WERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA,
DON'T THINK THAT WE ARE ON THE SHIP,
WE ARE ON AN ISLAND SURROUNDED BY THE HARDLY DRINKABLE WATER,
MR.BROWNS HAD DIED OF STARVATION ON THE WAY ,
IT WAS NOW ME AND ONLY SOME UNKNOW CREW MEMBERS,
SINCE I HAD NOT EVEN MADE FRIENDSHIP THE REST OF THE CREW ,
THERE I SAW A SHIP .... BROKEN DUE TO A STORM,
IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN OUR FALCON,
OUR FALCON WAS AT THE PERFECT CONDITION ,
BUT THE STORM MADE ALL THE MESS,
IT REALLY MADE OUR LIFE SURVIVAL,
THE ISLAND LOOKED VERY GREENISH,
AND SEEMED LIKE HAVING PLENTY OF RESOURCES,
BUT IT AND'T WHAT WE EXPECTED,
WE HAD ONLY THE COCONUTS AND SOME STRAWBERRIES ,
WHICH DIDN'T PEACE OUR HUNGER,
WHAT A LIFE HERE ISOLATED ! ,
IT WAS BETTER TO DIE THAN SIT HERE IN THE SHORE LOOKING FR ANY RESCUE BOATS,
NO RESCUE BOATS SEEN FOR 6 MONTHS,
JUST THEN I GOT THE INSPIRATION FROM THE BOOK ROBINSON CRUSOE,
TO MAKE MY OWN SHELTER FROM THE RESOURCES THERE,
IT WAS NOT PRACTICAL LIKE ROBINSON CRUSOE,
4 CREWS DIED OF DEHYDRATION,
WITH THREE MEMBERS, WE TRIED BUILDING A HUT,
IT WAS OUR FIRST SUCCESS .
WE WERE LUCKY THAT WE DID'NT DIE OF ANY SNAKE BITES,
AS THE SNAKES WERE PLENTY IN THERE.
TODAY, IT'S BEEN 4 YEARS ON THAT ISLAND,
AT THE END OF THE FOURTH YEAR,
WE HAD A SHIP APPROACHING HERE,
BUT..... IT HAD SOMETHING WRNG ,
WE HAD MANY GUESSES LIKE A SHIP OF SAVAGES, OR MAYBE PIRATES
MANY GUESS WE HAD IN THE TWIRLING MINDS,
BUT IT WAS BEYOND OUR IMAGINATIONS,
IT WAS RESCUE BOATS !
BUT STORM HIT RESCUE BOATS FOR OUR SURPRISE!
IT'S OUR BAD LUCK ,
THE LAST TWO CREWS ALSO DIED
I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY DIED,
I COULD'NT IDENTIFY HOW THEY DIED,
MAYBE OF THE INGESTION OF POISONED PLANTS,
IT WAS MORE THAN SIX YEARS SINCE ON THIS ISLAND ,
NO COMPANION NOR ANY LUXURIOUS RESOURCES ,
JUST ME AND SOME TREES STANDING TALL IN THE FOREST ALL ALONE,
I WAS WAITING FOR MY HEAVEN CARRIER ,
SO THAT I COULD ATLEAST REST IN A HEAVEN OR HELL,
IDEAS STRUCK ME ALWAYS ,
LIKE MAKING A BOAT AND SAIL OFF.
NO USE,
NO REQUIRED MACHINERY FOR CARVING THE WOOD
FOR MAKING IT,
I THEN SET WITH MY MIND READY,
IT'S NOW OR NEVER YOU SAIL OFF ON A PIECE OF THE BROKRN SHIP ,
I DON'T REMEMBER WHEN I SET FROM ISLAND AND ,
REACHED ANOTHER ISLAND,
BUT IT WAS OUR DESTINATION , CAPE TOWN ,
I WAS STARVED AND THIRSTY FOR MORE THAN THREE DAYS.
NONE UNDERSTOOD ME
THAT I WAS MR.RAVEN CHILL, A CREW OF MR.BROWNS SHIP.
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN A COUPLE OF MONTHS JOURNEY
FROM BEVERLY HILLS TO CAPE TOWN
I HAD A SUMPTUOUS FOOD ,
IT WAS NOT SUMPTUOUS,
BUT I HAVEN'T EATEN THE PROPER BALANCED DIETED FOOD
FOR MORE THAN SIX YEARS ! ,
FOOD WAS SUMPTUOUS TO ME FOR SURE .
I HAD MY MIND LAID THAT NO GOING BACK TO THE BEVERLY HILLS,
I CAN'T SURVIVE THE MISERY ON THE WAY .
BUT I HAVE TO,
I HAVEN'T SEEN MY FAMILY FOR NEARLY SEVEN YEARS ,
I AGAIN SET THE REVERSE JOURNEY TO BEVERLY HILLS,
I MAYBE ON MY LAST JOURNEY,
BUT I WILL SET FROM HERE
I DON'T KNOW IF I COULD MAKE TO MY DESTINATION,
BUT I WOULD LIKE TO TRY IT ONCE,
IT'S MY AND LAST AND FINAL JOURNEY
NO MORE JOUNEY'S AFTER THIS ,
MAYBE IT WOULD BE MY LAST ,
BUT IT MATTERS ME LESS,
SO I SET OFF AGAIN TAKING THE PLACE OF MR.BROWNS.


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