Sometimes I sail a silly ship,
as both captain and the crew.
Sometimes we sail in silly circles,
without a clue what else to do.
We always need refitting.
Storms have tattered every sail.
The hold is taking water,
and I'm constant at the bail.
I think I'll plan a mutiny.
Things can't go on as before.
I shall maroon this silly captain,
and leave him on some silly shore.
Very nice poem with a sweet rhyming. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks very much for your kind remarks Anil Kumar Panda