Deepak Sawhney (10 Dec 50 / DehraDun, India)
The wrecked boats (Poetic Prose)
As we sat at the bus station
Looking at the incessant rain
How the raindrops hung precariously
On the wires of the electric poles
The droplets close to each other
As they slid closer, they became one
Turned into a drip and splashed on to the ground.
Seeing a rivulet forming, she made little paper boats
Set them afloat saying their destination was the sea
Her distant dream a cause of consternation for me
My fear that the tiny stream would soon turn into a torrent
Break all embankments and destroy all in a flood
Sink the hapless little boats, her dream shattered.
Concerned about the ever increasing deluge
Little realizing that along with the collapsing boats,
Helplessly, I too was being sucked in by the rush of water
Being washed away from her, adrift without oars or a rudder
My last view of her, tears running down her cheeks
Were they the tears, dreams, boats or me that were being washed away?
How I wish I could have known…before she vanished from my view.
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