Mending a wretched boat,
That I snatched from,
The wavy hands of ocean,
It is a gift, my Master gave
I am rewarded for my labor
That I performed,
“Capital for my enterprise”
My Master had given me
Everything that I needed,
he took every thing back,
When I was at the peak,
I considered myself above all,
I was punished but corrected my self,
I learnt and identified myself,
After a great fall,
Now I have confessed, Prayed
I am your creation my Master,
And you are the creator,
When I realized from within
He gave me the wrecked boat,
For I being wretched
I am not mending only this boat,
I my mending my future,
My ego, my wretchedness
My master plays a game of ‘give and take’
Creation must not put his Creator in stake
i learnt and identified myself. Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I was at the peak, I considered myself above all, - - - - - - - -we do tend to over-estimate our part in success