A beautiful picture of a ship, once i drew
Whether the ship is floating or drowning, no one knew
Praised it was as a master piece of art
But the meaning, always haunted my thought
Time passed by, revealing the secrets of the life
Every moment of which i relished, happy and safe
Hit by a heavy storm in the strife
Ripped apart the ship like a knife
Once again the picture of ship came into mind
For now it had a meaning of emotional kind
My life is now a floating ship
Hit my more storms, and beyond my grip
Loud thunder wreck the ship to shudder
Would i reach the shore, sometimes i wonder
Drowning and floating seems to be the part of the game
This truth once realized, no one would we blame
A day is destined to come
Filling my life with whole lot of fun
Lost would i be amongst my loved some
And my ship would still sail for the times to come
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