A Solitary Sailor


Those days, they were dark,
Those nights - often cold,
Soon it began to rain,
Never did it stop again.

There was flood,
Water, water, everywhere,
And I know not how,
I was able to survive.

There was blood,
Dead bodies, floating, everywhere,
And I know not how,
I am still able to breathe.

Over the horizon a faint ray,
First few sparkles of sunlight,
No soul to be seen near my boat,
For everybody is long dead.

And I keep floating alone,
Boat aimlessly wandering,
Here, there, somewhere,
I have nowhere to sail to,
Does anybody out there,
Want to sail too?

I want to breathe,
In the open air,
Does anybody out there,
Want to breathe too?

- Pavan

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