SONG OF RIVER

I asked the river ‘Why this muddy water?’
She smiled and said ‘This is not just ‘muddy water,
It’s my melted heart in its million quiver
mixed with the slime of agony
from the walls of my sick lever’

With tears of soft dew in her  eyes
she hummed ahead to sing of moon beams--
in the heat of a rain-soaked Sky’s
passionate kiss

on the face of a vast 
layer of madly murky water,
overtaken by heart’s thousand desires,
sounding their suppressed aches
in the womb of night in endless murmurs.

I’m a wonder in the eyes of innocence
picking pearls of happiness 
from the drying, drooping petals of life;

on her thorny bank,
in the jungle of  cloudy night,
caught in the ceaseless battle for new life
every moment of my sturdy strife.

The river goes on singing 
my timorous life song 
to the heart of the night
seeking consent to each syllable
of the story told by sand and pebble
about love’s poor and pitiable plight.

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