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USAR -II
SPRUNG FROM THE LOAM
WE HAVE SALT IN OUR BLOOD,IN OUR SWEAT , IN OUR TEARS,WE ARE TIED TO THE OCEAN
THE BOATS SAILS BY ,THE SHORE REMAINS
A SHIP ON THE BEACH IS LIKE A LIGHT HOUSE TO THE SEA
A MAN WITHOUT A GOAL IS LIKE A SHIP WITHOUT A RUDDER
HE SEA DOES’NT LIKE TO RESTRAINE
TIME SLIPS THROUGH HANDS LIKE GRAINS OF SAND , NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN
A SAILOR IS AN ARTIST WHOSE MEDIUM IS THE WIND
STUDIO GALLERY
HONOR LIES IN HONEST TOIL
THE HARDEST WORK BEGINS IN DRY DOCK- III
THE HARDEST WORK BEGINS IN DRY DOCK- II
THE HARDEST WORK BEGINS IN DRY DOCK- I
I WANTED FREEDOM,OPEN AIR, I FOUND IT ON THE SEA