Bring a Boat, Let Me Sail To Me
Bring in a boat and quote your cost,
Let me sail to me, quote your cost.
Searching am I for me in vain,
No prize to gloat on, only cost.
To meet real me is more than prize,
To float in bliss’ fair whatso cost.
In a moment to live eons,
Any would vote whatso the cost.
We all are here though life’s a dream,
Why this shrill note on ‘at what cost’?
My pains feel fine out in open,
Wounds rote: shelter at any cost.
It’s fine, mothers love every child,
Not if dote should they know the cost.
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Ghazal |02.05.2022|
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2022
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