Yes, I have floated
On the iceberg of death
When the sturdy ship
Collided with what it thought
Was the tip and began to sink – –
And after the first shock
The crew of principles tried hard
To stay afloat with
Artifacts of the intellect.
While the family of ideas
Drowned, one by one, in the cold – –
Hope, with a self-made lifebelt
Called out to faith
And the orchestra played
The music of life in death.
‘To stay afloat with
Artifacts of the intellect.’
Something I have done more the once…..great lines Vijay
Thank you so much,John.
Superb!
Thank you very much,Vineetha.