the fast ferry
runs on a very calm sea
like a pen
writing on a very
clear paper
leaving
a trail of some
words, thoughts
about loved ones
who perished
one night
the same calm sea
swallowed
a very big boat
and having
satisfied itself
to the full
like a boa
on bulging stomach
it rests
and closes its eyes
and sleeps
beside the fast
ferry
where i ride
are dolphins
accompanying
this
silent
merrymaking
of the mind
the eyes
look at them
still puzzled
quizzical
the heart
is still unaccepting
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