Offending storms
withstood to thrash of cluttered ship
Surrounding with crazy waves
going to sink
Crew,
emotions of ship
were tired,
Irritated
Captain
brain of sailing
appeased crew again
Called them repairing wreck
being inside strong
What could be done for nasty outside?
Nothing but bide
Till calming of sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem