The catamaran..

         

The  Catamaran

Hey, look the catamaran it’s not a simple soft log.

That lies alone, swing in tears, says stories a lot.

On the seashore, at sunset a man folding the nets.

 Near the fishing Craft for daily food for the shore.

 Gentle sea breeze whispers something to the catamaran?

 The bright pole stars in the reddish cloudy horizon are ready,

Guides  every sail of the fisherman within catamaran.

He is ready to took the catamaran with hopes

 Little daughters coming up precious pearls to their hut

Lovely wife desires for full fishes in the net,

gives a lantern in hands with drops of tears.

The fisherman returns back in the next dawn to shore.

In the challenging waves catamaran floats,

 like a black shining feather in his wings.

Heart  wood  catamaran  gives warmness to his body

 It’s taking him as a cradle in sea waves..

 Full moon glinting smile in midst of twinkling stars

In the solitude of middle sea   in the catamaran ,

Sky  witness his sufferings for belly’s at shore.

The person in an ocean with endless sufferings..

Had faith in “the catamaran never sink to the deep”.

A devil like typhoons roars with centripetal acceleration

Made him as the spinning top in several feet’s high

Catamaran jumpstarts   then  speedy as a  dart in waves

The direction changes by each hit of waves

The mist and darkness crushing the eyes,

Rhythm of heart rises with the longing to live,

that relieves the plight, maintain the oars up and down.

He hugs  the catamaran that  again floats with him.

Few miles to  the shore, the catamaran sails with him..

through the waves like a seagull..

Fishing for food ,fishing for family’s dreams

The rescue team shouted leave the catamaran

But he know his real life  scripted with catamaran

It’s not simple logs to leave  and the labor he done to  frost

 catamaran never broken his heart,

A hand trust in the wood  and an assurance to his life..

 In high tide and low tide this catamaran floats with him.

At Sea shore neighborhood  weird  screaming  echoes

The net entangled of fishes and pearl oyster

 he brought it for the shore, but slips up on a wave

 the rhythm of his life broken when he saw

the rouge waves pummeled  his hut..

Ouch, he lost his wife and daughters !, that really crack.

Again he hugs the catamaran and weeps in the sea waves..

He thrown away the fishes and oysters into the sea

His hands are numb , he  gasp for breathe..

Shouted in heartfelt pain and weeping madly..

Give my little pearls back, give my lantern of life back..

Give my little pearls back, give my lantern of life back..

In the tides with deep sorrow to depth

 He seeks out “the lantern and pearls”.

He drag into deepness of sea alone..

He drag into deepness of sea alone..

 Now look the tipped heather feather “catamaran”

 Alone float like cracked log  with debris in the sea.

O” Catamaran alone.. O” the catamaran alone..