Far away smoke rises from a cigar
And old ferryman waits from dawn to dusk.
But nobody peeps and they use the new bridge secretly.
Once in a blue Moon a poor soul comes to join the ferry
But he crossed only once and never seen him again.
One day he dreamed the old customers in a hurry
And the bridge has collapsed.
But he could not wake up and the ferry drifted away.

*On this mysterious pilgrimage in between the sky and earth, cries and wails of poor pilgrims.But the sky is far away....................................!

nimal dunuhinga

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