The pages I turn.. by Sampurna

In the midst of the river in Italy 

A readied man fitted in head, hands and belly

Could be seen in a black, shabby coat 

Rowing with the mightiest strength, his boat 

Conscious of the waters flowing 

Aware of the winds blowing 

Mind submerged in personal thought 

Which apparently, seems difficult to be wrought 

It Seemed, the rush is due to emergency 

Or the destined call of urgency? 

The boat seemed to be rowing

Waters started overflowing

Inner dreams of the man, although kingsized

But, drowned into the depth as the boat capsized

Without seeking any help 

He lost his own self

He might have shed

Tears as he moved ahead

The cause might reflect the loneliness 

As he rowed speedily 

To get glimpses of loved ones, hurriedly

This spoke about life's unpredictability 

No season can create life's suitability