The ship sails
on the waters
braving the storm
fearing a wreck.
Sustains and survives
reaches the shore
people alight
ill at ease.
The life of us all
likened to a ship
a struggle all the way
onerous to play.
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Listening to the wind’s manifesto,
holding on to its gusto,
sailing along with its course,
beating its trail with a force,
the ship tossed in the rough seas.
Moving ahead across the rugged road,
struggling on with a smile broad,
enduring every hurdle with patience,
trying to out-beat the competition with a reference,
she treaded the desolate path all alone.
Braving the storm with diligence
shoved past the ship with an animated presence.
Pushing aside the obstacles with a determination
she raced towards the destination.
Hey you ! Will they reach their goal ?
The ship was tossing over the ocean.
The wind was blowing in a fierce notion.
The waves were raging in a jostling motion.
There was panic and commotion.
It resembled
life in action.
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