A young fisherman lived by the port
Ambitious was he, but stuck in a rut
With the sun he rose and prepared his skiff
To sail deeper into the sea, he wished only if

The legend of Santiago, an old man at sea
Long dead before him, and gone with a plea
Spare deep sea fishing, the old man said
Don’t sail unprepared into the sea, till you wish to be dead

So the young man set his net, closer to the land
The same fish he caught every day, the same he sold canned
By sunset he grew angry, for his life seemed so dull
He cursed the old man and the sea, on his luck he mulled

His meal was the same that he cooked in much scurry
He slept through the night, only to wake up in same worry
Will I ever catch a fish, oh so big and heavy?
Or is my life about the same bowl of rice, fish and curry?

When the sun rose again, he woke up determined
Enough of this life that holds me back and confined
Into the deep sea, I will travel in my boat
To catch them all and bring them back to quote

He befriended a tortoise, his guide into the sea
I will show you the way and lead you for free
In his skiff, he sat and he rowed against tidal flow
Till the land behind him looked as small as his toe

They stopped at a few miles and anchored the boat
Prey here, said the tortoise with a hint of gloat
The Young man cast his net on the calm surface of the sea
Caught them fish, among the school of the porpoise

He cut one out in the middle and ate it raw
It gave him strength and delicious it was
If you sailed deeper into the sea, the tortoise said
Bigger and tastier they will get, if you caught them

The sea was calm and the young man adamant
He had not seen enough of his prey, oh so scant
Masked by the greed, he steadied his oars
Deeper into the sea, said he, I will find preys more

He rowed faster and cut the water clinical
Reached the middle of the sea till the land was invisible
Again, he cast his net far and wide,
Caught a fleshy marlin in a direct tide

He savored this one slowly with the salt
Took his time, enjoyed his halt
There are better, deeper into the sea
Said the tortoise again, simply follow me

The land was lost, the young man so greedy
Time was on his side, his needs too dreamy
So he rowed some more and was lost in the sea
Only if he stopped rowing in such ghastly spree

Once again, he cast his net far and wide
This time he caught a shark, too big even for his ride
The shark was young and determined, as was he
Several times it banged against skiff, till it broke into splinters

The young man, scared of his own wits
Pushed the shark away with his oars in scurried hits
His skiff was broken and no land in sight
The night was nigh, and his life in great plight

The skiff floated aimlessly, the oars lost in fight
The young man cried, and broke at his helpless sight
What pains you, asked a dolphin floating
The story he narrated so quickly, no longer boasting

You have learnt your lesson, the dolphin said
Let me show you the way for the price you have paid
Swim to the North, don’t stop at anything
Before sunrise, you will be back for early eating

So the Young man swam, till all his strength was drained
He stopped at nothing, no matter how it pained
The sun was rising, his body giving away
The land was just in sight, at the break of the day

He dragged his feet, walked through the door
Tired and hungry, he dropped to the floor
Pulled himself on to the chair, reached for the bowl
Relished the same rice, fish and curry, finally satisfying his soul