They Were Rare

They  Were  Rare

They were   select  four.

A  group of  very  rare,

High-spirited  always,

Set out in search  of a game,

But destiny willed  otherwise,

It  was  their endgame.Their  lives too.

Admired  sunrise   and  sunsets ,

Rowing   boat, songs  of  rhythmic

Melody  in tune with  every  row.

Rowing, rowing, every  spirited  OAR

Pops  out of  their  breath  and  blood.

But  Destiny, does  it  spare anyone?

The  boat  capsize  is  the rude  shock

Sending  waves  of  fear for  the neighbors.

History  proves,water  engulfed 

good and  others too.

But   these  were  retrieved sooner

For   a  short  while.

Who  can  undo  their karma?

Karma of  any  kind whatsoever?

Their will read  later,

But written earlier  and  ahead

Expressed  their desire

To donate eyes  and  Brains

They  were  rare  four,

Gone down in history of yore.