This man was from desert Arabic,
had child’s mind behind face cherubic.
As an adult he was free,
but never went to the sea,
for he was born a hydrophobic.
When needed to cross the Atlantic
by ship, he sank in bout of panic.
Lost faith in fate he could find,
mastered strength in phobic mind,
for the ship was not the Titanic.
July 31, 2019
Syllable count : 9/9/7/7/9
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Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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