Oh my little gondola
K. Modar Maring *
As I walked along a meadow ,
To find a place for my little Gondola;
Fortunately, running down with a gurgling sound,
Appear to be clear and fair,
That makes my mind soft and tender.
Pled her to sail down,
And down over the lovely bosom;
With the eagerness and happiness to reach,
This wide and long,
Bosom of a big ocean, fear no one, dear no one else.
Her touch and presence transports me to a world,
Of emotions where each tear turns to a joy;
And each hope turns to a belief,
Not special for everybody,
'Cos not everyone has her love and care.
In a sudden, a strong storm hurled and,
Blown against the current;
Making her 'cease to sail,
Rotating herself under that pitiless storm,
Giving me deserted mind and my life chaos.
* Poem written by K. Modar Maring (M.Tech(IT) NERIST, 2009 batch) . The poet can be reached at kmodar(at)gmail(dot)com This poem was webcasted on August 09 2011.
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