Lonely Boatman

A solitary boatman who lost everything

Exceedingly relieved he is today,

Has kept his daily nuisance aside,

And decided to go for a ride,

All throughout the day.

 

Gentler appears the breeze,

Than ever before!

Soul longs for more,

With no startling cease. 

 

Senses the boatman as if he were,

In a utopia,

Gladly lets it absorb his entire dilemma,

By divorcing the oar.

 

At the corner he lies,

Looking at the charitable sky,

That very moment arrives a dazzling butterfly,

Planting on the left cheek a kiss.

 

Alas! shattered like a mirror the dream is,

Since water is endeavouring its best,

To consume the boatman and the rest,

Water, that lets the boat to float, brings its cease!