BOAT HOUSE

Silent waters in the nights

Still surface of untouched wine

Polished pine wood floors

Pashmina shawl for the shivering feet

A green mirage of mossy ground

A close island of four Chinar trees

to shade the solitude

A black lily in the white waters

Reminder of a lost young dance

I could not stay

It was not a house , a boat

Which would not move

It would not take me anywhere

There was nowhere to go

Wooden beauty in warm Dahl lake

Not  a life boat , none of them

No one needed to be rescued

Except me from my self……………

 

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