Middle of Ganges

As the dark cloudy sky bore upon thee
I sat on a boat and left the shores
Where headed to, I knew not

A secret game played by the misty morning
Unfurling a canvas only to me
A sleepy city distant dolphins I could see

The sleepy sun made a late entry
Peeping from clouds that bore
I could only smile as I continued to oar

What was this place I knew not
But as the wind Caressed, I oared on
Little to think loads to thank for
I continue to oar, where to I knew not

Few droplets of rain to goad me on
The verdant green along the bank my mission
Gentle breeze to company and smile on my face
I continue to oar, I continue to live on!

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