The Floating-Sinking Boat. Poem by Subrata Ray
The Floating-Sinking Boat.
The Floating-Sinking Boat.
On the junction of Tista and Torsa,
The surge of the cross-currents reigns,
The Monsoon queen here declares ruins,
And the romantic wings feather.
Nature here evokes tide from upland springs,
And the burning damsel sucks the wild of lover's quill.
The azure takes the flight and floats on the sky and the water,
Who cares? While floating-the boat sinks -is a matter! ! !
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