I am drawn to the sea. My unwillingness yields to my need. I sail in my tiny country boat, Clutching the tiny oar tucked with reed. The sea is rough and stormy. My chief concern is to feed my family. As my profession is fishing in the sea. The roaring waves spitting in the face of heaven can't stop me. I sail against all the odds of nature. Suddenly I get in the middle of the sea. The waves on all around splash hard. And the sights and sounds are known to me. With my indomitable will, i sail. I sail ahead in the deep sea. I am determined to conquer the odds. There is no worry, no anxiety in me. I have to overcome them as if Death is nothing but petty to me. Filling in the stomach is chief. And that's why I conquer the sea. I am drawn to the sea. My unwillingness yields to my need. I sail in my tiny country boat, Clutching the tiny oar tucked with reed.