BOAT HOUSE

Silent waters in the nights

Still surface of the untouched wine

Polished pinewood floors

Pashminah shawl for the shivering feet

A  green mirage of mossy ground

A closed island of four Chinar trees

To shade the solitude of a dark lily in

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 dal lake

Not a life boat , none of them

No one needed to be rescued

Except me from my self.

 

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