Dynamics of Labour

Sight of land and a seafarer,

Could the lost soul be any more content?

Atalie! Any more relieved would he say ever?

But the persistent efforts in vain did he invest?

Once upon a time becomes the misery hour,

When forced into a recluse by the unforgiving waves;

When the fantasies of concealed coasts were to empower,

And the terror faced mist was ever discouraging .

The eye searched wide and far,

But only evident was sailing with the water ferns;

Into a passage with any alternatives denied,

A feeding land, turns out what it returns.