Boats Poem by Seshendra Sharma

Man makes boats
With dreams with papers
With nights with silences with murmuring sighs:
And throws his life on the boat as a sail -
He makes boats of many colours
Leaves them to float
On the waves of darkness and disappears -
They move carrying loads of his sighs
Crossing turbulent waves reach
Sometime somewhere in the future,
Where the shores of dawn tear open the horizon -
And in those shores he mingles his body with earth -
Again on some shores he meets them
Then the sails join the winds and whistle -
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