She Is Rolling Poem by Capt. Manas Kumar Das

Lights are off
Sleeping alone in the cabin,
The bathroom door is opening and closing
with a crying sound,
Again and again.
So, she is rolling with the sea slowly,
Now she rolls
little more,
My water bottles fall down on the floor,
Rolling like pipelines in the yard,
then she rolls and rolls
Different sounds
from different corners
Breaks my rest.
I also roll with her,
on a steel-fixed bed in the cabin.
She is rolling with the swell,
Sounds in loneliness,
sounds in the darkness,
Can not make me afraid,
As I heard it very often,
She is rolling in the sea,
more and more
at a coastal with an anchor.
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