THE LOST BOAT
(Prasanna kumari)

Unfolding the packet, I felt pleasant
Depicting Kerala culture, a boat, was a present
Enlightening the room it stood still
In the corner it added a frill

Rain and thunder, moonlight and sunlight
One by one, shedding days and night
Then it disappeared, a work of art
Only a show-piece, not a canoe or a boat

The empty place left a pricking pain
Only a piece of wood, left a longing in vain
It is not there –gone for ever, leaving
Sobbing over the lost life, like its missing

In the mind’s sky wandered cloud and thunder
In the roaring waves, the boat, like life, drifted asunder
Childhood and teenage unpleasant time it bore
Now and then, did not reach the shore

Once, long time back, rain-left pool
Carried our boats, paper boats, made us joyful
Reached home wet and drenched
Boats of different size and shape, drifted
Again and again, filled the playtime
Awaiting eagerly the rainy clime

Those days it was only a plaything
These days, decorative, like a ring
Arranged the decorative pieces, rearranging
A home I tried to make, with a strong feeling




My eyes with tears, the empty place filled
No solace, my empty life, tears never filled
Torrential rain bracing outside
Will it ever be bracing the burning inside

prasanna kumari

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