On a monstrous lonesome night
In a limping white- beard row- boat
with severe chilling breeze
where waves imitate a belly dancer
I am rowing my boat
Towards a peaceful roomy land
But seems the land is far away
Distance; the more I covered
the most I have to cover!
My muscles feels a fatigue
the lantern reduce its oil
I am looking for a companion
where loneliness stucking the journey
nobody is found there, and
no hands to hold me up.
helplessly, to a land of hope
still I am rowing my boat! ! !

Sajna Kailas

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