THE TITANIC, by Radha
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Floating on the blue waters like a pearl
With the beauty of venus
Waiting for the cupid to strike
Anchored in the harbour of Southampton
And looking towards Newyork
With the Atlantic in between
Giving a complex to the Californian and Carpathia
It sure was a rising moon in the blue sky
And a twinkling star on the black tar of night
Its mercurial movements to be controlled by captain Smith
Was it a beauty or a beast
For it looked like a chunk of coal at times
Boarded by souls looking for new pastures
With pride in their eyes and promises in their hearts
Plans in their minds and prayers on their lips
Leaving their loved ones behind
Little did the Titanic knew that its last passenger was
Pluto
With his magic spell steering her to carry
Innocent lives towards the jaws of death
The tip of the iceberg unearthing watery graves
To bury their dreams under the cold water of the Atlantic
Leaving behind some crying hearts
Shocking memories and spine chilling tales
Becomming deathbed for scores of souls
To lie in the seabed in peace with pluto |
Posted: 2012-04-16 15:57:39 UTC |
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