The Boatman and the Traveller


Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters;
The boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers,
Yet, waiting hatless, at the lonely harbour,
head bent down, a solitary smoker,
leans ‘gainst the mossy ladder –
coat revealing a silver dagger…

Breaking into a sweat despite the shiver,
The boatman reluctantly takes him in and stammers,
“And where would you like to go to, sir?”
A faraway look and a frown between his brows gather,
as the traveller, his eerie, incoherent reply utters…
“Take me to him, I seek no other,
take me to the one – the one who murdered…
left me to die, in these cold dark waters…
I come to settle old scores, with his dagger…”

© Isha Garg

Doodle by Isha Garg

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