Dropped Sails
Wind swept fast,
the boat steadied on sails,
they bloated like hell,
and the boat ran ahead,
so far so good,
what would happen,
when winds dropped dead,
and the boat came to halt,
those not ready,
are running fast,
and simply muddied and greedy.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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