I walked on those decks
And tripped on those bolts,
Ran my hands on those walls
Left this feeling in my bones.
These holes and cracks
Told me an ancient tale
Of that boat at the dock
1832, it set sail.
Aye captain!
The boat left the shore
The pink yellow waters
Had a new sunrise in store.
With the winds strong and weak
And the high and low seas
The thrill of this voyage
Was yet to increase.
With the rumbling thunder
The terrified sailor awoke
Next day, his first voyage
His imaginary future spoke.
How am I? Grand as ever. Seeking adventure in every little thing, I like to call myself a rebel. You can read my spilling emotions and thoughts in my poetry and a way to grab my attention is by buying me an iced Americano. Connect with Rhea Mehta on Instagram
