The lone seagull

The lone seagull followed..
All others had left,
They started with the ferry..
Trailing with it..in search of something..
Some got a piece of it...some only surf and froth..
But the lone seagull carried on..

The Aegean sea blue and beautiful...
Brought forward memories..
Of good old times...
"Purano shei diner kotha"..
Atop the deck with the freezing wind thundering past..
This is where tunes ended and meanings began to emerge..
Where songs became stories, pieces of life..
Maybe it took rides like this for Tagore to compose his legends..

The legend speaks about good old times..
Moments that are etched onto our hearts..
Can they be forgotten?
Providence may separate us, my friend..
Take us in its own winding paths..
If someday we meet again..holding destiny's hand...
Come to my heart..
Good old times... Can they be forgotten?

The lone seagull did not seek what the others did..
Maybe it was some kind heart atop a ferry like this..
Maybe it was some memory..
Good old times...
They may be forgiven..
But can they be forgotten ? ?

The lone seagull followed...