THE LOST BOAT <br /> (Prasanna kumari) <br /> <br /> Unfolding the packet, I felt pleasant <br /> Depicting Kerala culture, a boat, was a present <br /> Enlightening the room it stood still <br /> In the corner it added a frill <br /> <br /> Rain and thunder, moonlight and sunlight <br /> One by one, shedding days and night <br /> Then it disappeared, a work of art <br /> Only a show-piece, not a canoe or a boat <br /> <br /> The empty place left a pricking pain <br /> Only a piece of wood, left a longing in vain <br /> It is not there –gone for ever, leaving <br /> Sobbing over the lost life, like its missing <br /> <br /> In the mind’s sky wandered cloud and thunder <br /> In the roaring waves, the boat, like life, drifted asunder <br /> Childhood and teenage unpleasant time it bore <br /> Now and then, did not reach the shore <br /> <br /> Once, long time back, rain-left pool <br /> Carried our boats, paper boats, made us joyful <br /> Reached home wet and drenched <br /> Boats of different size and shape, drifted <br /> Again and again, filled the playtime <br /> Awaiting eagerly the rainy clime <br /> <br /> Those days it was only a plaything <br /> These days, decorative, like a ring <br /> Arranged the decorative pieces, rearranging <br /> A home I tried to make, with a strong feeling <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> My eyes with tears, the empty place filled <br /> No solace, my empty life, tears never filled <br /> Torrential rain bracing outside <br /> Will it ever be bracing the burning inside<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-boat/
