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Jack on the Orient

Into the entrenched heavy waves
I see little feeble fins going- in and out
Of the sea arches et catching
The dreamy glitters that are casting back
From the regal fire upon the untold sky.
Above all the disparate set
I steer the Orient to the west,
To the stronghold on the shores
Of my seemly countess, Estrella.

She the divine paragon of virtue and
The plethora of all saintly bliss,
Once won my heart of a way
Like that from a fancy myth.
The day I saw her
On the porch of the fort,
The deck that I stood on
Winsomely wrecked in a blink down.
“Cara, flicker not those
Two brown-berries, cuz’
That elate my butterflies”- like
I always say to her
And does she listen.
Seeming lovely from the sea,
The undefiled fort called me down
To see my seemly countess, Estrella.
I, Jack on the Orient
Set forth to light the

Aquiline gaze of her exult face.

Amirtha Ananthan
Civil Engineering
2023-27

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