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Common Coxwains
They row! Row! Row!
Towards the sliding wonder world
Of a fleet of hovercrafts of elite on show
Afloat on bubbly milky ocean
Like gold-threaded hammock of a lazy baron
Flaunting opulence, splendor and élan
They row! Row! Row!
They row! Row! Row!
The common coxswains in crowded little boats
Carrying their weights, plights and half-fed entrails
Craving for the étagère at floatilla distant
In iridescent glitter; baroque and extravagant
They row! Row! Row!
They row! Row! Row!
Sooner or later they come to know
There’re no blades to their paddling oars;
Lingering are their sampans
Like their middle class torpor,
The way every year
Their earnings dwindle
And their fortunes malinger;
In gnawing slosh of an acid rill
That is burning slowly their boats’ hull
Their dreams of joining the gentry at last will
Prove to be as ephemeral as pre-dawn mists
Soon evaporating when naked reality lights
Till then! They row! Row! Row!
Sathya….
poem
by
Sathya Narayana
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