Day-4:

Through stormy waters
does this boat pass.
Dark waves as the monsoon clouds
Rise and crash against this feeble boat.
My breath is fragile as this little boat
And the journey too long.

The skies are dark, so are the waves.
The ferryman has shrouded himself
in a black shawl.
Day and night, my breath flutters
as sharp waves shake this rocky boat.

You are the ocean, the storm and the ferryman.
You, O Shyam, the Dark one
take my breath away,
rock this boat
and carry me across.

What wealth do I pay to the ferryman?
The Ferryman after all owns all.

           .・。.・゜✭・✿.・✫・゜・。.