Musing 79 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

In my voyage shall I look upon the star northern
For drifting my little carriage dark filled with books?
Splashes of fishes jumping from underwater my soul mates lone
Wont ask me what am I carrying and going whither.
Mine self found not alone with boats several streaming
On the same way wading the modest river with oars laboring
Although not coming too close for accompanying myself.
May be they are not of destination mine or of avowed goal
But sailors in attires princely carrying goods of high worth
Gleaming majestic on moon shine but reaching not to the moon