To The Sailor Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo
To The Sailor
Mind goes nowhere
I am tired, awaiting a boat
Standing helpless
To across the river.
My exile for which crime
I am dizzy herein magic island
Yelling in be wilderness
The Sun is afraid of my sin
O my Sailor
Be kind to me in this unending dark night.
I still wait a bell-call
Heralding termination of my exile
I pray you my boatman
To sail for me once then
Once only O Benign.
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5/21/2024 6:31:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
termination of exile, I like it, dhanyabad.