The Boat And The River - Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
On the deserted riverbank
lay the painted boat
his youth glistening in the half baked noon,
the river wide beckoned him to taste her depth,
skim her stretch and see her other side.
The boat was raring to go
riding the wide river's tide
masts high up full steam
to wherever she would carry him.
At each call of the river
his oars rended a soulful cry,
the river echoed him back
holding into her his futile longing
her waves wreathing in agony on the shore
if that could fetch him to her embrace.
The half baked noon
dull empty unchanging
there wasn't a way he could ever launch into her....
the painted boat on the painted river!
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