Blind man's oar (English)

Wandering thoughts and emotions
Don't make me stop loving you.
We ride in the same boat,
You imagine you're on land though.

It takes oars to float and pitchforks/(holes) to sink,
Which one will my hands grab?
Can we grab different things and still survive?

We get what we deserve
I'm a pirate in a merchant ship
You're calypso in disguise.

Bound and tied by ourselves
Unknown to us when we will escape the facade.

Whether the merchant drowns or the pirate,
Calypso still survives.
I welcome my doom but will you accept yourself?

By Abhishek Sharma