The sailor waited patiently till it returned to its balance.
How he longed to hug his loved ones,
Now in search of a perfect omen, he hunts.
The land, the trees, the saltless air he missed,
His four year boy, upon whose forehead he kissed,
The food, the water, the beer and the wine had lost their taste.
The search for omen was why many days had he braced.
The storm brought with it more rains and death.
Along with his fellows, he too was losing his health.
The wind gulped the ship into its depths,
The perfect omen had brought the storms to their own preys.