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Everywhere and nowhere
A boat in the mist covered river,
Moved slowly, as if traveling through the smoke of time,
The banks stretched their arms forever,
While the river flowed quietly between them creating endless waves of time,
As the point from where the boat started seemed farther,
The boat to it too appeared obscure and now almost unseen,
As the smoke of time hid both of them from each other,
I witnessed what I had never before seen
The waves that touched the body of the boat,
Rushed to the point where it had started from,
To play to it her loving note,
And it could easily tell from which boat it had originated from,
The boatman who sometimes dipped his tired hands into the water,
Felt the kiss of the waves trying to cover his boat,
And he smiled because he knew what each wave was after,
These kiss soaked waves that felt the body of his smoothly sailing boat,
And at times he looked at the point from where he had started,
His eyes would pierce through veil of invisibility cast by the mist,
And the starting point that was now the waiting point, from which the boat had departed,
Would longingly return the look through the dense cover of the mist,
And the boat would sail farther away with every wave,
The mist followed it everywhere,
And the point from where the boat started, now hoped, and did crave,
To see the boat once again, because it disliked the feeling when in the long river it was sailing somewhere,
Because the point where the boat anchored everyday,
Knew that there are places in the river called nowhere,
And when the boat left the anchored spot, it waited for her every day,
Until it was sure that now the boat was safely anchored here, and not just anywhere or nowhere!
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