Friday, December 25, 2015




Oh boat woman! When can I see you again?
It has been raining here for months now,
all crops have been destroyed,
I can't stay here for long.
oh boat woman! When can I see you again?


Another year has passed by,
the river has almost devoured my land,
That guava tree under which we had aamsotto once,
lies in the river's belly now,
your footprints too lost in the mud,
oh boat woman! When can I see you again?


Often in wintry nights, 
I sit near the river's mouth,
I see your boat tearing through the mist,
like a painting against the drunken moon,
melting into the milling clouds.
oh boat woman! When can I see you again?

It all now seems from another time,
the land, the river and the moon
Ten years ago, I had seen you on a stormy night,
draped in a sari with one end around your waist,
when I had taken a ride in rain.
I wonder why I didn't ask your name?
oh boat woman! When can I see you again?

The charging river is drowning my hopes,
The lonesome night is slipping time into a stupor,
I too am sinking slowly in a night of my own,
only a Bhatiyali song from you can set me free.
oh boat woman! When can I see you again?

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