A boat trip on the Ganga in Kolkata

At nightfall , the  pretty Ganges
Wore black sequined satin dress
And a splendid necklace studded
With inverted lights under bridge.

A flickering flame of the lantern
In our boat was reluctant to dance
To a passing wind’s death-tune .

Near a jetty was monstrous ship
Brooding over a dark loneliness
As its cavernous stomach ached
With darkest secrets of high seas.

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