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She was like a keel,
hiding her mettle
in the abyss of dark seas.

And she remained strong
held her stature up firm
and no matter how fierce was the gale
She always escaped by adjusting her sails

for she was no ordinary
An epitome of pride
she flew away
with the melody of a canary

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His sharp eyes hardly missed
to shoot any flying skeet,
he enjoyed enticing dames
disguising them with his tricks

Until one day,
when his vision got blurred
by a lady’s fleeting soul,
and since that day
he was never the same,
neither in parts nor in whole

He tried many times
but never once
he could bring back his old stance
despaired, all he desired now
was to be the skeet,
for her eyes to behold his writhe soul

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The Young Sailor

The helmsman swiveled the wheels,
and made a disparate attempt
to save the ship
from the nature’s fury.

His distress filled eyed
was a clear indication
of the fate
they were about to meet.

Everyone lost hope
and the steersman was doing
what he could
without much belief.

The crew was running helter-skelter,
the moorage swinging in random odds,
the passenger crying in distress for help,
the ship was in utter chaos.

An in that moment of despair,
a young sailor emerged,
he had a purpose in his stride,
and fire in his eyes.

With grit to conquer the tempest,
he took charge of the bridge,
and gave the coxswain hope
to fight back the seas.

Seeing his belief,
the other joined in,
they worked in tandem,
and rejuvenated their lost spirits.

No one could say,
Whether they would see the bay,
But regardless,
the history would remember
them as brave seamen.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

The Bayonet She Wore

She always had a guard
A bayonet that kept her aside
and she lived a life of a loner
Not allowing anyone to barge
into her world
afraid to expose her closely guarded self
hidden behind her self imposed walls

Every once in a while
Some unknown soul
would get drawn to her aura
and approach her with interest
with a desire to know her more
but would soon learn the hard way
the infuriating outlook she possessed
and would escape her bitterness
never to return again

She also didn’t know
What made her behave this way
hidden somewhere inside was a soul waiting for someone to breach her defense
And to expose her
Like the naked blue sky
and question her on her stand
maybe helping her
to take those guards way

Until then she stood there
wearing her defense
maybe waiting for someone
to dismantle her stance

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah