Shikara Rider

Shikara Rider short poem

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In these nights
of raining moonlight
I ride a shikara…

I row away
Looking the shores
of lost days…

I am moving alone
through this canopy of water
in which the sky poured the melted silver…,
in search of the golden rays towards the aims…

Several masked faces
in many kayaks are chasing me,
My God…
save this poor atheist…
The ignorance what gave you only
made me rationalist…didn’t it?
Pardon me…

In my dreams
This is a lonely lake only;
And I am a shikara rider.

God, why can’t you make visible
the golden rays of victory
to this poor loser,
Oh God… at least you make use
of your kindness for this, please…

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Jafar Sadik

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I am an Indian poet and artist. I have published 6 poetry collection in English. My website is WWW.JAFARSADIK.COM
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