When The Boatman

When the boatman
sings to the river
river laughingly
sings back to him
river songs of
forgotten civilisations
songs of untold stories
of hearts broken on its banks
songs of hope and despair
I sit down in my solitude
lost to the world
I hear quietly
all these songs
of the river
of the boatman
and then I too sing
to you my soul
in utter silence
burning the mid night lamp
wide awake yet not restless ever
songs which are yet to be born
songs which I will never
be able to sing
to you my soul.

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About Sangeeta Gupta

Poet, abstract artist, documentary film maker. Has 20 published books, 9 collections of poems translated in Greek, German, bangla, urdu, dogri. Writes both in English and Hindi. Has scripted and directed 7 documentary films. Has held 35solo exhibitions of paintings in India and abroad. Based in Delhi, India.

8 thoughts on “When The Boatman

  1. Madhumathy

    The poem conjures up the scenic image of a singing river and the ferryman’s song finding a reverberating echo in the poet’s heart.

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  2. amitapaul

    The age old images and sounds and thoughts of Eastern and North Eastern India and what is now Bangladesh are conjured up by this reverie on the boatman’s song in the Maajhi tradition

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  3. Suma K Gopal

    The poem flows gracefully like an unconfined stream! very picturesque. The ending reminds of Keats’ “Ode to Grecian Urn, where the poet sings “Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter…!”

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