• Nandini Sengupta

The black boat

Updated: Apr 1


The little black boat

was there for long

ferrying commuters

to and fro;

The oars were used by

familiar cold hands,

The boat made of

wood and nails

was rugged and firm;

Pilgrims sat on it,

leaving behind

trails of memories-

the incessant talks

echoing in the river.

The wooden deck

trampled by

soiled and hurried feet.

The boat while

anchored ashore

waits for the next voyage;

Solitary, it stands strong

tethered yet resolute

for it must carry on;

For years it has done so,

the little black boat

was there for long

ferrying to and fro.


By Nandini Sengupta

@metaphors_of_life




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