in

Canoe

Zephyr caressing tenderly

in harmony 

river’s dulcet murmur

adrift on calm waters

supine floats

unaware 

of what does future hold 

sailing with the flow, a canoe

.

Days capricious 

may never be the same

the waves now timorous 

what if, go unruly?

The sinuous brook 

may have blind bends

uncharted waters expanse wide,

hazy horizon and faraway shore–

unaware 

of what future may hold

will be adrift 

moving with the flow, canoe.

 

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Written by Roodaba Shah

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