The Boat Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Anxiously I wait
in the bank
of the quiet river
For my boat
That set sail
Long ago,
Yet not in sight.
Dark cloud hovers
In my mind
That it escapes
With a new owner
For ever.

Lovingly I wait
Under the shadowy tree
In the blazing heat
Of a summer noon
For your turn.
In flashback
I realize
The meaning
Of each word
Spoken by you
About your ambition,
The change of colour.

Time fleets
And you escape
To other direction
That shows you
A new life,
Full of dream and
Carnal proximity.