there, there...down there <br />through a thicket of fog <br />beckoned a vacant boat <br />i fought through the fog <br />and reached a zone, misty <br />the boat pulled me as if <br />i were a piece of iron <br />i hastened through <br />the layers and layers... <br />there i was, at last <br />assured that it would <br />take me to the other bank <br />it wasn't to be <br />the gently rocking boat <br />began on an erratic sail <br />down down the stream <br />in its womb of deception <br />hid many a whirlpool <br />the waters jerky... <br />hey, what was i doing <br />sitting in a boat with no oars <br />nor knowing how to swim...! <br /> <br />'you're the boatman <br />you're the oars... <br />row row... <br />the other bank <br />a distant dream <br />row row...' <br /> <br />a song filled the stream... <br /> <br />18dec2009 <br />0540hra<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boat-ride-surreal/
