I was in my canoe
A little one, yet safe
Sans worry, sans anxiety
Then I stepped into a boat
Learnt how to float
Amidst storm, whirly waves
More I grew, more I knew
Measure, treasure and pleasure
In my shikara
Then it was the barque
Toiling in the vast sea
Tempest tossed, gained and lost
Now in the raft
Split and segregated
Gliding and gliding and gliding
Poet's Bio:
Soumik Kumar De, a bilingualal poet has several national and international publications to his credit. He has been anthologized in numerous prestigious collections including Setu, Borderless, The Indian Rover, INSAEI, Collegiality and Other Ballads, The Romantic Breeze etc. He is also an acclaimed painter. He has a strong penchant for travelling and wants to grab the places of his choice with a hungry appetite.
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