He busy ferries people from dawn to dusk across the dreadful river
Holding fast in his tender hands the rough hard rows in such early age
To feed a dozen hungry stomachs left behind by his bereaved father.
Putting aside his school bag and leaving the much loved playmates
He rows against the mighty flow in scorching sun and pouring rain
At the end of the day when he empties his wallet and counts the collection
His desperate heart sinks fathoms down pulling along all hopes of life
Stripping off his means to live a new bridge is now built and open
People who were ferried hitherto walk along with despise for him
“Let not the girl I love be in such folk, I can’t hate her”, He wishes much.
Destiny plays it’s cruel villainy and stages a scene he’s afraid of
A glimpse of her sitting close to her bridegroom in a passing car casts
A tornado that capsizes his dreams and are swallowed down by the whirls
His hot sighs dissolved in the roar of the raging river and is heard by none
No one saw him ever after it, but the wreckage of his ferry boat and oars
His spirit lingers still in the ferry mocking at you repeating your words
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