A Rural boy and his routine job. i think this poet is best description for my photo. Beyond the Seas I will build a boat And cast it in water I will sail away from this strange land Where there is no one to awaken the heroes In the glade of love A boat void of nets And a heart with no desire for pearls I will keep sailing Neither will I lose heart to the blues Nor to the mermaids, Emerging out of water to cast the charms of their locks Upon the glowing solitude of the fishermen I will keep sailing. I will keep chanting. One should sail away and away. Men of that town had no myths. Woman of that town were not as full as a bunch of grapes No hall mirrors reflected joys No puddles reflected a torch One should sail away and away Night has chanted its song It is now the windows turn I will keep chanting I will keep sailing Beyond the seas there is a town Where windows are open to manifestation The rooftops are inhabited by pigeons Gazing at the Jets of Human Intelligence Every ten-year-old child holds a Bough of knowledge The townsfolk gaze at a brick row As if at a flame, or at a delicate dream The earth can hear the music of your feelings The fluttering wings of mythical birds are audible in the wind Beyond the seas there is a town Where the Sun is as big as the eyes of early-risers Poets are the inheritors of water, wisdom, and light Beyond the seas there is a town One should build a boat. sohrab sepehri (October 7, 1928 – April 21, 1980) Iranian poet and a painter