Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and the Murderers

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters
lash outside, as the killers face each other.
Blood has had blood, through urges inferior,
dark and evil – claiming many sinners.

“In this story, there is no winner”,
says the Boatman, trembling in tears,
“We are, both of us, liars and deceivers,
so let me go now, with a pardon or a bloody sever –
for I grow old – not in years – but worry, and fear…”

Reflecting gravely, the miser gives his answer –
“Justice isn’t mine to grant, though I may have been a lender…
this much I know – we must all pay for our sins here.
I grow weary of wandering too – so I cast this revenge asunder,
and let you go, for boatmen are made for the waters;
travellers, at sea, are forever their seekers –
come to bare soul; sin; or simply cross over –
but every traveller does the boatman require,
for every little story, O Boatman… needs a listener…”

Β© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg

Note: This is the ninth and final installment in “The Boatman and the Traveller” series.

You may read the first part at –

the second part at –

the third part at –

and the fourth part at –

the fifth part at –

the sixth part at –

the seventh part at –

and the eighth part at –


42 thoughts on “The Boatman and the Murderers”

    1. Haha! Thank-you Chris.
      It all started with a poem I wrote in February that decided to continue, with a vengeance, so to speak, somewhere around mid-month, only to end now finally!
      Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing 😊

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