All that shines is not gold,
But wait, let the story unfold,
Once upon a time they sailed,
On waters where calm prevailed,
Ready as ever they foresaw a tempest,
But the waters calm, no sign of unrest.
Months passed but the waters blue,
Where was the tempest? They had no clue.
Sailors drank and smoked and played,
All but merry together they stayed.
They blamed the devil, the demon, the mermaid,
Not one thankful on being spared.
The coast was still quite afar, when once at a rather late hour,
A remarkably loud splash was heard,
The bunkers, the cabins and the deck were stirred.
There were sailors here and sailors there.
Sailors sailors everywhere.
All were there but one was missed.
“Where’s the captain?” the oldest sailor hissed.
In his cabin a note was found,
The sea was stiller than the ground.
“The sea was quiet, it did not jest,
But you desired it, so here’s your tempest!”
The dear sea shone for it was gold,
Sadly the sailors had been otherwise told.
Pratishtha Kulshreshtha
English
Very nice Mam…..
You are a good poet…
hey its nice & beautiful….i remember…you yourself reciting this to us at amici