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Overboat

Incorrigibly infected with hope
That yonder channel lies, to sufferings,
An antidote and for its cargo,
A menu lifting stomach and spirit,
Of opportunities smelling of soup…
The boat extends a tug rope.

Too many haul themselves on board,
Heartstrings resonating with promise
Bravely offered by the rope.
Protesting, the sea waves…
As only it knows,
The boat hasn’t the heart to say ‘Nope!’

– Bolbul

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