~Jiwan Kshetry~
The river beds,
That barely diverges much
But can never converge
Watching haplessly at each other
Facing the wrath of the flood every year,
Torn apart yet silent
Disappointed yet content
Coerced yet complacent
The river beds
That cannot hold the dwellings
That cannot bear the trees
The cremation of bodies, they observe
The decimation of life, they witness
The insanity of summer they withstand
Yet no rewards
Yet no protests.
The crabs in the river bed
That envy the life of the fishes
No liberty to venture to the oceans
No opportunity to taste new waters
A life entrenched in the sand
The utter parochialism of passing hours
The piercing monotony of silent nights
The stagnation that is so ubiquitous
The running water,
That has the privilege to move
Move and move for ever
Rearing the fishes
Clearing the nuances
A life that is worthy living
A venture that is worthy taking
Yes, friend!
I wish to live a life of the river
And to die before I am disposed off to the riverbed
And to die before I loose the ability to swim like a fish
And before I transform into a crab.
(Source : Poet’s Blog)
