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A year of Akbar made this
boy a man
Left him with skills galore
Built up a muscle structure on his frame
Taught him to stand up straight—
speak out his name
With clarity, and understand
the nuances of many dialects.
Then he felt sure of all his goals
could quote great poems, epic, lyric,
Felt himself one with brave Horatius
at the bridge of sea, ready to meet
The enemies of His Majesty to defeat
Or float serene through Caribbean isles
Face tempests in a rivet–popping bucket
Of a coal–burning tramp on the Bombay
to Barcelona run.
Be a sailor. |
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