i've seen the shadow of
a boat coming
it is still far but it is
getting near the port
where i live
in one of those houses
lining the white shore,
at night i dream of its mast
and its oar and some men busy
with their tasks
of keeping things smooth
and in order
a dream is a black and white
affair of silence
like a charlie chaplin movie
and the one sleeping is always
its interesting watcher
one cold and foggy morning i take a walk
thinking that everything is still all right
but whatever happens my dear
(i may have not told you about it
and hence i am so sorry)
at that moment when i feel a prick
in my heart
i just keep calm and tell myself
this happens normally
everytime to every normal man...
(i assure myself there is nothing to worry
God is kind, just and reasonable)
x x x x
this boat is decent
may be old but it has always been the most reliable one
through the ages and eons
passengers who take the ride here
always arrive at their destination
safe and sound
and always on time....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem