# The Boatman Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose
# The Boatman
He often comes in my dream
In darkling silence
When a star comes down
And winks in prankish desire
Then my world smitten with a Disney of stars
Hears a laughter of a flowing river
It beckons!
Intense desire for a love
To huddle and cuddle
To kiss all the watery lips
Foamy in silken whites
A passion unbound
Restless,
Fathomless.
In a silenced rhythm he boats on water
A floating smile
Like a soft moon beam condensed in a pearl
He takes my hands in his hands
A soft touch so enamoring
So pleasant
My heart starts to play with the water
My heart melts into a water
The cold flowing wave
Wavy nerve
A rhythm in silence
In a perfect balance.
He often comes in my dream.
Shamik Bose 11.12.2009 Calcutta
very nice composition. excellent use of words. really enjoyed. thanks for sharing. take care
a floating smile like a soft moon beam condensed in a pearl Beautiful line....liked your thought process...
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 5:40:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
interesting composition of words