Longing Poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee

LONGING

in the ferry-ghat sitting alone
I count the people who arrive
and who depart
rest of the time passes
in appreciating the golden rays of the departing sun
on the waves on the wings of the seagulls
but alas no one calls me for a ride
across the river
though I eagerly await for the call
they are afraid I cannot pay the fare Rajkuma@ Mumbai