Sailing on Hoogly river

Far from the twingling city lights,
Its love to sail on flowing water.
Water of river Hoogly,
On a moderate speedy steamer.
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Though its quite obvious that,
I have to return back at some point.
Yet enjoying it fully is the only ultimate,
To please one's soul.
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Standing on the corner of the deck,
Of a less-populated boat.
Faded in thousands of emotions in a go,
& also in the thoughts emerging in every passing moment.
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The cold,smooth yet wild breeze blowing,
Puzzles me a little.
As I'm unable to recognize,
Are they sorting up my hair strands,
Or making it more tangled.
Whatever it may be,
The sweet smell of'dove shampoo' is just vulnerable.
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The best time of that day,
Was the time on that vast flowing water.
Which carries what not with the flow,
& has engulfed what sorts of treasury inside.
What all it sees from the beginning,
& where it gets mixed with bigger,
& sacrificing itself,devotes all.
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Started sailing in the passing afternoon,
When enough sun-light was available.
The scene was really fascinating.
But now evening is creeping in,
& sun is saying good-buy,
With the misty reddish color of sadness ,
As well as promise that it will return back soon.
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The birds far away seems to returning back to their nests,
Close to their near & dear ones.
& now those twinkling lights which were seen from so long,
Is slowly coming closer & closer.
As now,I'm very close to my destination,
& have to leave that alluring scene,
& return back to chaos of life.
-Fauzia Afreen