Drifting Log
Dec 29, 2023
A drifting log of wood floats past
To and fro,
Swaying on the blue green waters
Of the choppy old stream
Cast away from the distant cliffs
Bobbing by the boatman’s song.
It is perhaps a woodcutter’s dream
Abandoned,
A baby without a home
Buoyant and unafraid of bumpy water roads
Brushing aside the pelted stones of the boatman’s children
Eager to follow the call of the waves.
Its wooden eyes spy on the fishes swimming by
Its grainy tongue laps up the cool summer drops
It’s reluctant to heed the cries of the faraway songbirds
Floating past aimlessly,
The forest no longer its home.
©2023 Kaustabh Kashyap.
