The ship’s rigged for sweeping, And that it never does, While up and down the coast It’s throbbing engines buzz.
Patrolling and patrolling, That’s the game it plays, With aimless to’s and fro’s It’s a sport which never pays
But it’s a jolly good feeling To fool the chaps on shore, When at anchor at Gwadar Your course is two – five – four
Speed is ten with Pasni abeam, While all the time you’re where Those guys don’t even dream; Just idling there in neutral gear.
Note: This poem was written in March 1973 as a midshipman on board PNS MUBARAK, a US- origin minesweeper. The ship, along with two other similar vessels, was regularly being deployed off our coast in those days as a deterrence against poaching and other illegal activities. The setting is real enough, the rest of it derived from imagination. Needless to say, the Commanding Officer, being an honourable man would never have condoned such a hoax.
A great collection of incisive articles and poems, Rear Admiral.
Why, thank you, Aditi. Glad you liked them.