This poem i have written, is a conversation between a ship's captain and his boss. The weather is very bad andhis boss wants to start the journey now.
Such a dangerous weather, such a scary atmosphere~
i have never ever seen BEFORE.
Perhaps the nature is angry and taking anytype revenge~
seeming as, a volcano will exploid soon, from earth's CORE.
Even raindrops are helpless against the squally air~
Like the beach sand against the waves of SEA.
How can i take my 13 deck cruze to journey~
The black climate, frighteningnight, can't you SEE.
Sky full of smokey clouds, it's thundering and lighting~
there's a storm i can see, in the ocean's MIDDLE.
And these hard rain drops~
are picking like thousands of NEEDLE.
Metres of high tides, and thisdisturbed nature~
these cyclonic winds will sink our SHIP
i can't put all lifes on your wordings ''sir''~
said captain, wait untill it finished, then i'll go for TRIP.
And a lattle forward ''sir'', there starts atlantic ocean~
fully covered with ice, and cracks like thrusty LAND.
If, somehow we kept safe in this twisttered sea~
then how will we survive in atlantic's death BAND.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem