Poem 8 – Hour 8 – Aymen Zaheer

O My Captain! My captain! Our trip has been ended

The ship has been wrecked and we won the prize

Our destiny is near and people are merrymaking

And we are waiting to go


But O Heart! Heart! Heart!

Mournful to see blood drops of our captain

On the deck of ship

Who is cold and dead?

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