And I look through misty eyes
He lies there, consequence of his vice
I see Karma rejoice
I see Karma has a voice
It's late now, I must start packing
He shouldn't have anything lacking
His face is growing pale
He is going to sail
Into the depths of faraway lands
Slipping away from the grip of my hands
This is the end of our tale
For he is going to sail
Through the wild sea and raging ocean
Towards the horizon will be his direction
Somewhere even the compass can't nail
For he is going to sail.
The dogs are howling
His parents are bawling
I think he has begun his onward trail,
He has set sail.....
Sara Bubber: I am 19 years old going on 20 this year on June 23rd. I am a student of Second Year Human Development and Family Studies (soon to be in Third Year) in The Maharaja Sayajirao University of Baroda. I started writing poems properly when I was 15. I love reading books, mostly Love Stories, Mythology (Amar Chitra Katha's and novels), History of the Mughal Era etc. In my leisure time, I listen to Hindi songs and watch movies, again in Hindi. I love playing with my dogs and just watching them be themselves.