Wandering thoughts and emotions
Don\'t make me stop loving you.
We ride in the same boat,
You imagine you\'re on land though.
It takes oars to float and pitchforks/(holes) to sink,
Which one will my hands grab?
Can we grab different things and still survive?
We get what we deserve
I\'m a pirate in a merchant ship
You\'re calypso in disguise.
Bound and tied by ourselves
Unknown to us when we will escape the facade.
Whether the merchant drowns or the pirate,
Calypso still survives.
I welcome my doom but will you accept yourself?
By Abhishek Sharma