Song on a voyage

When all the lands on the earth is asleep,
As they were given sedative to sleep,
An Ameture crew of paddlers, often fought
With their restless ocean of thoughts,
From the city where kaveri spilts into two,
Among them a commanding sailor too,
They gallantly approach the endless ocean
To tame its unruly tides in motion.
Flag of fame is, seen far, fluttering in slow- motion.
Million thoughts flash on their mind’s screen
Those are fresh and green.
As they embark in a boat for undestinied land,
“Who knows untill their breath stops they may sail without an isle to land”
The fearless comander faces all the faces
Before him, to trace if there is any fear’s trace on their faces,
Admiral-like comander can observe the firmness on them
So he firmly believes.
His eyes comand them to get on to the board
And take the paddles:
More familiar, more grippy as their own paddles.
As the sailor places his right leg on the bow,
The boat moves and the marking on the hands of the paddles read: Kilk.