The Sailors


Heading toward North,
and facing towards East.
This is how the sailors move,
With boldness and glee !!

Stirring the ship's wheel,
Moving towards south.
As they saw and Island whose face was like a mouth !!
Jocund and bliss is what they feel.

Reached the island which was totally bare.
Observing this they thought it was not fair.
Covered with flowers and with trees,
An attention catching sound which was of breeze.

With a pensive mood,
they returned to the ship,
and then stirring the helm,
faced the East.

Heading towards North,
and facing toward East.
This is how the sailors move,
With boldness and glee.

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