My Ship

My ship sails across the living ocean of death,
with her sails torn and figure stained
she sails alone,
as a captive to the wild waves.
Unmanned, but still she moves with grace
though broken, she tends to hide her wounds.
she is beauty to the deepest eye,
and a wreck to the human race.
The ambience of blood provokes her into
drowning into the endless sea,
but her heart resists her...
for she knows that there is light
somewhere beyond the raging sea -
time will tell and strength will show,
if light, for my ship, is life or death!


Mahrukh Ahsan