When River was flowing
life was pure, quiet and subtle.
when river was coming out of the mountain,
It was running towards thirst and destiny.
But today desert is coming in a way of river
a pile of sand and servitude is engulfing river of my river.
When river was flowing
with the parten gift of pagan god
It was collaborating
with rhythms of many rivers.
River was meeting several others
were enforcing the glory of my river
were making it deep and eternal.
When river was flowing
tidal lathers were dancing on the swirls of the river
with the gigantic music coming through the gist of the river.
Today, We don't see river with thousand streams.
Today, We don't get
water in water.
motion in motion.
purity in purity.
Krishna Rai
26 Mar 2006 02:34:42 AM
Copyright©2009 Krishna Rai
life was pure, quiet and subtle.
when river was coming out of the mountain,
It was running towards thirst and destiny.
But today desert is coming in a way of river
a pile of sand and servitude is engulfing river of my river.
When river was flowing
with the parten gift of pagan god
It was collaborating
with rhythms of many rivers.
River was meeting several others
were enforcing the glory of my river
were making it deep and eternal.
When river was flowing
tidal lathers were dancing on the swirls of the river
with the gigantic music coming through the gist of the river.
Today, We don't see river with thousand streams.
Today, We don't get
water in water.
motion in motion.
purity in purity.
Krishna Rai
26 Mar 2006 02:34:42 AM
Copyright©2009 Krishna Rai
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