You see the varying hues
Of the sea and sky,
Mingle and blend
Like an alchemists potion,
In this all-encompassing plasma.
You see the dazzling glitter
Of the multitudinous stars
Dotting the inky sky,
Like the scattered white horses
On the paler sea,
It’s darkness relieved
By the dull phosphorescence
Of the breaking crests.
You see the stars slip slowly
Into the lap of a fondling universe,
As the submerged sun
Smites the sky
With ever – increasing reddish arcs.
You see Vulcan with his
Fiery load appearing,
The bright mistiness of the horizon
Giving way to
A pale round shape,
Whose power increasingly
Begins to be felt;
You see it stab your eyes
With flashes of demoniac brilliance;
You see it spring the world to life;
Yes, the morning is a very eventful watch.
The deeper hues of the lustreless sky
Now fade against the lush sparkle
Of the restless sea;
You see your infinitesimal self
Merge with the infinite universe,
You rejoice in this oneness,
You feel at peace with yourself
And the world;
The morning is indeed a rewarding watch.
Note: This poem was written in April 1979 while serving as a Navigating Officer on board a Chukker-class destroyer PNS Jahangir. The morning watch( duty from 0400 to 0800) traditionally fell to the lot of the Navigating Officer.