Boatman, Help Me Cross Over Poem by Bireswar Halder

Now I must wait for sometime on river bed for  peace
I am very much tired and too weak to walk any more
I don't long  to travel to any more places around
Only to rest for boatman to cross over the river finally.

I keep staring at the foaming water flows passing by
From its source to destination for joyful ride and confluence
A long journey with many hurdles reminds my life
The pages of life are full of failed stories.

The boatman drops me empty-handed for  the journey
Once I was desperate only after worldly pleasures
Desires turned my head off, I was insane for more and more
But failed to enjoy all as time was hastening to  an end.

I felt in retrospect the dragging length of the journey, its motives
The purpose of this journey I forgot  when it had dawned
The play-rooms are full of various toys and funny games
Which made my life terribly miserable, fragile.

Dear boatman, my play-rooms are broken into pieces
Everything is scattered around, useless tools mocking me
I want to get rid of this rubbish - again I'm empty-handed
Please come, catch hold my hand and help me cross over.