BOATS

Man makes boats

With dreams with papers

With nights with silences with murmuring sighs:

And throws his life on the boat as a sail –

He makes boats of many colours

Leaves them to float

On the waves of darkness and disappears –

They move carrying loads of his sighs

Crossing turbulent waves reach

Sometime somewhere in the future,

Where the shores of dawn tear open the horizon –

And in those shores he mingles his body with earth –

Again on some shores he meets them

Then the sails join the winds and whistle -

- Seshendra Sharma