Saturday, April 22, 2017

Graveyard





Standing beside a river
Hears a sob
From the heap of sand
The flow of river
As dead as a dodo
No song of rolling stones
Instead of fragrance of wild jasmine
Fusty air  spreads all where
In a midsummer night
Moon light searching
For a single drop to rest
Stars looks deep to see
The soul of river
From mountain to the sea
It is large Tomb
Where we cremated the river
Bridges crosses
Dams closes
Every drainage ends
All in the river heart
She is no more
She is now a monument
Of the spring we missed
In the dream
From the caves of memories
I fell her smile,
Breaths, touching ,
When I wake up
She vanishes
In a graveyard of all hopes


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