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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boatman's Crossing!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The boatman is out, crossing the swollen river, <br>Dips the bamboo staff, churns the frowning waters, <br>Calling for strength from the still depths, he moves on, <br>Like children running behind a cart, waves giggle along.<br> The river asks no questions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dark for lies shrouded in curtains of inky black, <br>Moon just a strained smile, is seized by the clouds crack, <br>Lovelorn silver edges aglow, puff in pride on the conquest, <br>Homesick, signaling to each other, stars join in the jest.<br> The night asks no questions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet to startle darkness, the weakest hour of morn, <br>Pushing this log of wood, is yet to be born, <br>Thick as honey, wind flutters leaves in bouts of rage, <br>Dripping with the scent of hill balsams and lush foliage.<br> The wind asks no questions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Heaving branches of blossoms and figs, offer themselves, <br>In homage to the river, on either banks banyan trees swagger, <br>Dipping their flowing roots, like an old woman’s tress, <br>Bait fish; like one throws pebbles in water seeking answers, <br> The trees ask no questions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This, a strange journey he makes in the quiet of the morn, <br>Questions arise in his head, like on the banks- the wayside corn, <br>To lull them sings, a wailing tune, like in wilderness richotteing nails, <br>His mother sang, to stall his questions after <br>her bed-timetales. <br> The boatman asks no questions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As they sail by, birds sent aflutter, snigger, trees jeer, <br>A startled stork from the far-off horizon hollers-All clear, <br>Drawn by his song, in his trailing nets fishes ensnare, <br>Like a maiden in panic, the river hastens, after a night’s dare.<br> The birds ask no questions.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=515951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dawn breaks its garland of flushing colors galore, <br>A veiled maiden sits at the boat’s far-end, shadows devour<br>Head bowed, eyes downcast, break not her silence of the night, <br>Lest she should dropp off like an unopened bud at first light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Seema+joglekar">Seema joglekar</a></strong></div>

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