I Don'T Have The Wind's Will
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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On the river's this side
the boat waits for high tide.
beckon me the far line trees
'neath looming clouds congealed mysteries
to sail yonder in long winds' way
where dipping sky touches bay!
But I don't have the wind's will
to cut the rope and sail upstream
having swallowed the bitter pill
of deep slumber in buried dream!
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