The Boatman

The Boatman short poem

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Midstream, in the stillness,
a boatman rests on his oars.
a lone bird in flight
defines the sky.
dark visions of rain
dance into his sights.
he heeds to a call
from some distant star
and pulls to shore.
in the distance
lights flicker.
he lets the boat drift
and lets the tide
carry it away,
he is bound to find it,
if need be,
at another crossing.

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Siraj Mamatraillath

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A self confessed procrastinator, I moonlight as a copywriter to keep the home fires burning. When I am not writing, I am perfecting my Qigong moves or exploring the countryside on my acoustic motorcycle. I have published a collection of poems and a novel which didn’t do my reputation any good. I live in a small town in the state of Kerala, India. My new collection of poems 'Dump And Other Poems' published by Notion Press is now available worldwide at Amazon
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Loved it, to me tell me if I have read it wrong, it is pure freedom of spirit all things will happen
no matter what we just live the life.