A Ship In A Harbour Is Safe, But Ships Are Meant To Sail I Poem By Arika,11,Faridabad
Arika, an 11-year-old from Faridabad writes a poem telling us to be like ships that meant for the vast ocean and are born to chase our dreams, and not just rest like the boats do in the harbour’s calm. She says that life’s storms may test us through adventure, but that’s the only way we can learn to thrive. Leaving our comfort is the only way to sail towards our dreams.
A Ship In A Is Safe, But Ships Are Meant To Sail
I am set in the harbor’s calm,
My cleats untouched, my engine never on.
I am safe from weather and the terrible winds that roar,
For I am old and ailing.
I know you want me not to struggle and strive,
Although a silent desire for fierce is a whizzy dream.
For though the port seems kind and motionless,
The soul was born to chase the thrill.
Us, like ships, were built to glide,
Not bound to comfort or to home.
The tides of life may surge, may start,
But only through the storm, we wake.
The harbor’s peace may soothe the mind,
But peace alone can leave us blind.
What is life with no adventure?
Maybe a plain curry with no spice—
It would taste bland, right?
Just like our dreams with no light.
What would we shout aloud in excitement, rather than “Ship ahoy!”?
Maybe we are our own prison—
Stopping abstract thoughts from day-to-day life.
The harbour whispers, “Stay, don’t go,” although
The Titanic sailed with hearts so sure,
A monument built, so strong, a thought so pure.
An unsinkable ship, they roared,
Harland and Wolff shipyard said with their heart,
“Our ship has now left the port.”
A ship may rest in the harbour’s calm,
Although Titanic made water touch,
Its cleats wet, its sails harmed.
So let us leave the harbour behind,
And chase the dreams we’ve yet to find.
For ships are meant for oceans,
And we, like them, are meant to float high.
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