The Luck.

We were crossing the river In a small boat country made The wooden boat, of mango tree may be Easily float and to cross the river The floods it faced, the waves protested Still in journey in friendship to all The wooden boat made by some country crafts men Dug in raw wood using the simple methods No seriousness itself it was an ordinary one One day saved us all in a heavy flood Where a tree log came in such speed And to tell a horrible story of the river When it reached the spot we cried in loud When the time was rainy and flooded water The boatmen having the talent and strength And anyhow saved the boat from collision course His cleverness saved us all a mere luck.