Would the Mariner reach his next Isle of Hope?

Would his dream foretell him his nearing long journey?

Would it let the Mariner toil for his first self made ship?

Would his desire help him build his ship faster than he thought?

Would it let the Mariner start his journey one day before he planned?

Would he cross the sea keeping his mind blank as ever?

Would it let the Mariner believe his woes are left behind?

Would his beliefs make his voyage a smooth affair?

Would it let the Mariner not fall prey to his languid loneliness?

Would his imaginations give birth to a Mermaid to accompany him?

Would it let the Mariner forget the gloom of his loneliness?

Would the Mermaid be his lucky Angel along?

Would it help the Mariner to ward off all sea perils?

Would all Sea-Dragons lose the fire in their mouth?

Would this help the Mariner stay unharmed in his voyage?

Would the night-sky don a deep sea-blue quilt?

Would it let the Mariner sleep safe in his boat?

Would the clouds form a long white floating roof?

Would it let the Mariner shield himself against the thumping thunder?

Would all stars blur its sheen expelling one for a reason of good?

Would it let the Mariner spot his right pole and move?

Would the tides shun the shape gaining moon?

Would it let the Mariner steer even with no shaky sways?

Would all Pirates slip into a momentary slumber?

Would it let the Mariner carry through the uninvited onslaught?

Would all winds be favourable until he dips his anchors next shore?

Would the Mariner finally have his smile?

Would he reach his next Isle of Hope any sooner?

Would the Mariner set foot on the shore in spite he will reach one day before he was expected? 

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Can, Can’t though!

I can write about rain.

I can write about sky.

I can write about a woman.

But I can’t write about all three of these together,

I’d once again fall in love.

I can’t read a thick book.
I can’t read what is beautiful, if there are many.

I can’t read women, even if there aren't many.

But I can read,

If the thick book is all about many beautiful women!

I can cry.

I can smile.

I can run.

But now I can’t cry or smile,

Both ran out!

I can’t be your opinion.

I can’t be what you love.

I can’t be your change.

But if you change your opinion,

I can be your love...

Can ….. dream?

Can ….. feel?

Can …...win?

Can’t ….. ?

(Fill in the blanks with I or You.)

Can, Can’t though!

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