170×170 day 113 21.8.15

170x170 day 113 21.8.15

The waves churn
Sometimes tame
Sometimes wild
And sometimes scary
Seagulls cry
Circling above
Sound so lonesome
Sun burns
Salty breeze
Seasons the sailor
Ship becomes his home
Home becomes a memory
Of distant past.

He ran away from home to become something when he was fourteen, before he could realize he was kidnapped and was working on a ship.

He instantly realized that protest is futile, there was no escape in middle of ocean, even in land cops often helped the ship owners to catch the runaways and then they had to pay off the bribe too.

So he decided to serve the masters and please them without losing his soul, luck favoured!

Now he runs the ship mostly, the captain drinks too much and treats him like his son.

Sometimes he dreams of a small hut somewhere in a village, a woman and a man and a little girl, forgets with the daily chores though! But always wakes up with a pang of nostalgia after those dreams.



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