The Boat Is Yet Afloat... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

the boat that keeps afloat
never stares at the shore
it kissed the last kiss before
it embraced the swift flow...

the banks or the things on either sides
may or may not cheer the proud glide:
the boat fondles all dancing ripples
that cuddle all its woody limbs.

the nimble palms of its frantic hands
wrestle on with so many swish swirls
the onlooker sky smiles the moon
birds above catch an ecstatic swoon.