The Ship Is Passing By Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

No one knows why —
However,
the ship is passing by.
The Captain on the deck
waving at the shore,
waves no longer stagnant
dancing on the floor.

Everyone asks, but why?
Finally,
the ship is passing by.
What of Why is not known,
windows, doors half-shown —
the ship is passing by —
my Captain is a bit shy.

Voices gather on the pier,
calling out, yet none come near,
questions drift like salted air,
answers lost somewhere.

Flags flutter without a name,
no two journeys seem the same,
maps are folded, lines erased,
time itself in quiet haste.

No one knows from where it came,
none can tell its final aim,
still it cuts the silent blue,
as if it always knew.

And I stand and wonder still —
if it's chance or quiet will,
that lets it slip through asking eyes,
beneath indifferent skies.

No one knows why —
However,
the ship is passing by.