Sailors, those who define the sea,
People who are moving tons of goods, as we sleep
Sea is not a safe place to live on,
Butfor them, it’s the first home to call on
No matter how far they are from their home,
But will make sure that everything reaches to your zone
Harsh weathers to heat of engine everyday,
That’s what defines their work in a short way
They always had a choice to quit again and again,
But the love for sea made them to remain
Passing different time zones,
Makes them the true wanderer of their own
People say they have no life,
But to them sea adds everyday a new vibe
Words can be less to explain,
It is just that they are king in their own domain
As I pen down the last words on,
Best of sunset waits for me at the horizon
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