|Pirate or Privateer?|
Sail ho sail ho; us pirates are searching for land,
We’d sell all our rum, to have a look at some sand!
But the rum is gone, and gone for good,
And we’re stranded out here without any food
The sea is our love and we love to be here,
But with no rum on board, even you’d shed a tear!
Rum oh rum, all we need is a little rum,
Pirates we are, but whom should we steal it from?
The sea has been merciful, but stand us how long will it?
In just a matter of time, by huge waves we’ll be hit!
No land we have for six months seen,
No ground we have for six months been,
The captain is tired and the crew almost dead,
All cannons are fired, but no land ahead!
And just when everything seemed hopeless and down,
There emerged land, like a golden crown!
The crew jumped up and the captain awoke,
The sadness was lifted, and the tiredness broke!
Happiness knew no bounds,
The deck was filled with sounds,
“Man the sails’, the captain roared in delight,
The crew obeyed with faces bright,
In a few moments, the ship hit land,
One by one they jumped down, everyone feeling grand!
The first thing they did, was to get a drum,
And went out ahead, to fill it with rum!
Haseeb says- I've always wanted to be a pirate. But things didn't work out the way I wanted them to I guess. I was born in a desert, I come from a noble Indian family of Accountants and Doctors, and I don’t have a ship or a crew. Not to forget, my mom wants me to become an Engineer.
P.S.: This is the second Guest Post by my friend Haseeb.