The passsionate fisherman moves
Fast pursuing the white whale,
His passion, the stoic determination of
A Santiago, indulges in meandering monologues,
Companionless, surrounded by crowded passions,
Struggles and comes to a tragic end,
It seems an achievement of a life-time!
One–eyed captain, lame, strangled to death,
Determined to do and die.
Life is a struggle
On a watery surface, blue, beautiful, abundant
Beguiling eventually, a beautiful eventuality,
It seems, it sings first, strolls with the lions
On the beautiful beaches of Africa, Papa’s
Eyes close for ever, after a shot was heard in the ear.
Struggle ends, actions motionless, breath stops,
The doer dies in deed, indeed!
Life remains an unfinished text,
Wishes bewail in a brittle cage,
To be, remain unfulfilled,
In the dust roll like an enigmatic
Beast of burden doomed,
And done for at the end, ends a tale
Which began in a dark, promising
Night, with ululations of euphoria
With a bawl of hope.