The Blackship Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

I dreamt of my future
my world
sitting in the class
You tought so many lessons
showing us myriads of dreams
which I thought
can not be mine.

Never can they
as I thought
I am the lord of
my dreams and
God of my future world.

You rusticated me
for I was the black ship
in your eyes.

The days are gone sir
I have come up
with a small offering for you.
With utmost care.

I have grown my wool new
long and strong
to warm you up
two bags at least
You may fill up.

One for you sir
and one for the lady at home
You love so much
can also warm her up
this cold winter.

The third
I will spare never
as it is for the
little boy in the lane
living long as a black ship,
as an insane.

I think as before sir
I am the lord of my dreams
and God of my world so.