37 Years Later Poem by Kishore Asthana

One day
When I was on the sea,
A wave said to me,
I was a river once.
And I replied,
I was one, too,
Till I met you

It smiled and said,
Then you know
What it is to spread
Very wide
And embrace the salty tide
Flowing against your flow
You must also know
What it is, to get lost
And yet grow
Beyond mundane thought

Passing by,
It added with sorrow
There are many rivers
Which don’t have this ‘morrow
And regardless of their worth
Dry away
In the cracked earth

We are lucky, you and me
We’ve found the ocean true
And though rivers no more
We are now, the eternal blue

Then it faded away,
This strange wave
Leaving me smiling,
At me and you, anew