My Soul, The Captain dies in the End.

 

Captain Smith (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en)  

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up - for you the flag is flung – for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths – for you the shores a-crowding,

For  you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head!

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,

The Ship  is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain  lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

                                   By WALT WHITMAN

My ship of life has faced many storms in its journey. Finally one day it has reached the shore. I can see the port and hear the bells. People are over joyous on the successful completion of journey.

But  at the end of journey when I die. What do I see this !

My soul,  the captain of my ship of life, lies on deck, bleeding fallen and dead.

I am trying to wake her up. O Captain! rise up and hear the bells. For you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills. For you the mass has gathered. Its almost impossible to believe that my soul, who guided me entire life, lies fallen cold and dead in the end.

My soul, the captain does not answer once the journey is over. She led me safely to the shore. A life successfully led. All objects achieved with all the victories. But in the end when I finally walk the deck one last time. My soul, the captain lies fallen cold and dead with no will to rise again.

It takes a lifetime to understand the life.

Kartikey