SUBMISSION

I am on a journey
Out on a boat, 
On capricious waters
Taking nothing with me.

I need little -- 
but my heart and soul, 
to sing through the night,
and to set clear my goals.

I seek no highs
I seek no lows, 
I seek no answers,
Nor do I sigh.

Through gales and winds
I peer to find the shore, 
it still remains bleak
as I try to cleanse my sins.

Where the river runs thin
I wait for the rains, 
to bathe me through, 
Till they run down my veins.

When the water grows evil
I bend low and yield, 
I see no signs--
From you to hold me still.

But as the storms blow out
and the clouds stop weeping 
I hear your voice clear
And I know you are near.

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Dola Dutta Roy

Calcutta, India