Gone with the winds, somewhere in the past
The days, an epoch of praise and acclaim
Captain’s repute, sailor’s bias, a proud eclat
Trading victuals, only source of feed,
Amulet of fortune and wealth,

Time flies and change one’s tune
Betterment desist old course
But archaic applies itself hard to carry on
Hauling travelers from one shore to other
Getting disfigured day by day

Irony continues, sold for almost nothing
Helping fisherman’s family to survive
Serving needy, to stay alive
Role changed but not the brave heart
Still assisting hard to make it’s birth laudable

Time never remains the same, changes do occur
Flowing away with the wild tidal flow
Relishing it’s first freedom instead
Epitomizing it’s tiring past life
Yearning to spend time with self alone
Bushed Brawn Boat, aheading towards an isolated island