The Golden Boat a poem by Noble Laur ronat takur who is known also as the world poet I’ll be reciting this poem in English and then also in Bengali the golden Boat clouds rumbling in the sky teing rain I sit on the River Bank sad and alone the shapes lie gathered Harvest has ended did the river is swollen and fierce in it’s flow as we caught the Patty it started to rain one small Patty field no one but me flood waters twisting and swirling everywhere trees on the far Bank smear shadows like ink on a village painted on deep morning gray on the side of field no one but me who is this staring close to the shore singing I felt that she’s someone I know the Sails are field wide she gazes ahead waves break helplessly against the boat each side I watch and feel I have seen her face before to foreign land do you sail come to the bank and neo your boat for a while .