Titanic Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Why was it named unsinkable,
When not in the hands of thee,
To save life of a soul,
And overcome any tragedy?

Only in the hands of,
The above supernatural being,
To keep thy secured,
From any disaster occurring.

Departing with full enthusiasm,
On 10th of April 1912,
With inadequate lifeboats, only few,
And no trained members in the crew.

Who knew that the morning,
Would be so nightmarish and atrocious?
A slight delay of steering the ship,
Would cost hundreds, their life precious.

Alas! The ship broke in two,
Hitting against the mighty iceberg,
In the brisk and lively winds,
While travelling to the burg.

The fatal strike against the ice,
In the calm sea made it capsize,
From the deep sleep, in the midnight,
Every person had to rise.

The bitter cold in the doomed darkness,
Did spare not anyone in the bay,
Except for the ones who,
Had their fateful day.

Even the innocent and faithful dogs,
In the frigid cold, had their lives to pay,
Just because of the carelessness,
Sank under the sky gray.

Luck provided assistance to those,
Who managed the get the lifeboats,
Though insufficient in number,
Saved the life of hundreds of members.

Slowly, the ship did vacate,
The entire people on board,
But just 16 lifeboats,
Were on hoard.

Everyone's destiny was twisted,
Because of the monstrous water,
Out of thousands of passengers,
Destined were only a quarter.

Though it took two long hours,
To sink for the huge machine,
Why didn't aid reach them,
Leaving them in panic-stricken scene.

People sat staring,
As the tremendous building sank,
No helping hand,
And no sight of bank.

Found after seven decades,
Rotten and degraded under the oceanic bed,
Only to preserve the memory,
Of the dear ones dead.