There once was a very small boat;
made of polished dark mahogany
It had to keep itself forever afloat;
it’s habits were a strange homogony
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The boat was very small and petty;
and didn’t matter in His design at all
But its fate was written in the jetty;
in a few sentences, dark and small
‘You are hereby destined you old one;
destined to sail to non-existent shores
No other options and choices are none;
all the other paths end on locked doors’
‘Read these words warily, it is your fate;
forever destined to bet on lost causes
Do take it from me and take it straight;
there is only anguish and no applauses’
The boat surely didn’t want this fate;
but life was cursed and forever doomed
Distress was certain and was never late;
the horn of disappointment forever boomed
But still, the old boat didn’t lose hope;
and started each journey with faith
Braving the waves, no anchor or rope;
the lonesome ghost, the silent wraith
True there were storms and hard rain;
the boat did not care and moved on
True there was damage and even pain;
the boat always waited for the dawn
Sometimes it saw lights and visions;
smiling with anticipation, it rowed on
But the lights were all bitter delusions;
the visions, what its fancy had drawn
Sometimes it heard joyous laughter;
with a hopeful heart, it shouted ‘ahoy!’
Trying to chase the voices, it went after;
but found only silence, no mirth no joy
Well, that was the life of this poor boat;
the lonely boat that was doomed forever
This was all – the story of this boat;
the same chapters and words, whatsoever
The boat is tired, its wood has all but rotten;
there are several leaks, it’s bound to sink
It’s exhausted, carrying a load of wet cotton;
the end is but near, it has reached the brink
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Shehryar khawar 