Melancholic Ship

Melancholic Ship

Where we sat that day
there was this river 
touching our feet,
there was that boat dancing
and a little further away
a melancholic ship.

When you were weaving 
everlasting joys  on my lips,
The large ship there wailed
sounding her horn.

From that day on
bit by bit slowly
that melancholic ship 
pierced our everlasting pleasures
sounding that horn
Everyday.

@ translated
from purnendu potree.