Still I Row - Poem by Siddhartha Mangsatabam
Staring at that far shore,
at all those that's fading;
my paddle whispers to icy water,
for its consent to go further.
Ahead some storm seems always brewing,
but for love of all those that's fading,
my paddle still whispers to icy water,
to go further and further.
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