What else is a SHIP but a PRISON...

#poem written long back in 2003, after watching the movie Titanic

O’ See when the terrible tempest arose,

And the sea like a hungry lion roar.

To the peak of their power,

Waves tossing up and down.

Looking as if it were a meteor shower,

The people could see the waters frown.

Then came an iceberg in the middle,

Made a hole in one of its deck,

Due to which the whole ship got wrecked.

Lives were scared seeing the death by the side,

The fear of which they couldn't hide.

The anguish and pain of life in it,

The tempest invaded all of it.

Death laid its wreaths spread,

People were dead before their death.

No place to go, no  roads to tread,

As if life itself had become dead.

Each one thought but nothing else,

What else is a ship but a prison?