The Mourning Boat



Tied long in the empty shore

A wrecked boat mourned in shy 

Held it tight to the rope

Lest it sailed off without a bye 


The curious Waves came knocking down

Hope she'll sail once again

Asked they "why you looked so troubled?

Why you happen to cling in pain!!" 


Scared of nightmares from past night's storm

Scared of deadly waves mid-sea

She grasped tighter to the knot

She keep healing scarred-out glee 


Hesitant boat said "oh poor wave,

The pasts comes daunting every day

I may un-cling but how would I trust!

All my hopes has died in rust"


Waves came bracing "oh dear boat!!

You are but my only hope

Give your soul just one more chance 

Let go past & come let's dance

Look your scars has almost healed 

So, let me cure it in love and zeal" 


-Bidisha 

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