Sunday, April 24, 2011

Memoirs of the Boatman

I faced an ocean far and wide,
Only A small boat I had for a ride,
Frightened I was, and completely crestfallen,
Cursing the misery befallen...

Then came this boatman along the way,
With smile so serene and words so pleasing...
He offered to be my friend, philosopher and guide,
Through the journey of ocean called LIFE...

Armed with oars, and other implements...
Me and the boatman set out for an adventure...
We laughed together through the smooth sailing,
Leaving the oars to Him for the rough patches...

Through the journey he always told...
Tales of morality, and about lands far and behold...
Under his tutelage and expert instruction...
I found myself becoming a better boatman...

How can I repay you, I used to ask,
Help and Love your travelers he used to tell...
Where do I find you, I asked...
Find ME in every heart that needs help...

We journeyed along until time immemorial,
And then suddenly He vanished from the boat...
No proper goodbye or a farewell hug...
Leaving me in total shock...

As a gasp of sorrow threatened to escape me...
A strange feeling began to encompass...
The boat continued to sail...
As if He was never gone...

It surged through the water much more than i rowed,
Then the subtle realization did dawn...
For though the hold is gone, the grip remains...
For though his voice is gone, the echo remains...

The whistling wind of the sea then whispered,
Why to say goodbye my child If I never left...
Keep rowing my friend, For I am always there...
In the strength of the oars
And the Wind beneath the sails...

3 comments:

  1. The last two paras are like gems...love them...\M/

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  2. I guess I read this poem at RadioSai journal...excellent.

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