A Receding River And Me Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

When a river begins to recede
I shall ebb along with its waves
To reach the mountain of its origin.

I have read it somewhere
Rivers often have to recede
In search of their spots of origin
Even when the mighty ocean begins
To grab and possess them for ever!
Never allowing them to recall their past!
Atrocity! you call it.

I have often been laid down by someone
With my mind longing for a higher platform.
A receding river enthralls me
And as I cannot climb a mountain on my own
I would like to lie floating
In its receding waters.

I have ever wanted to reach the peak
Of a mountain and to overhear
What the river whispers into
The ears of her father, the mountain.
Her travelogue is it may be
And I would liken her tale to mine untold.

The river may then fall silent
But I will begin to ponder over
And chant my chimes to the peak next to hers.
In the depths of the seas
Perhaps a sigh may be heard then
But it may not reach the ears of anyone
As the ebbs of the rest of the river
Will still be receding outsmarting that sight!

The pearls of the seas may perhaps be
Later shattered across the shores
And the carcasses of little Mermaids
May then afloat the shallow waves.
But from the tops of the peaks
You can hear my shouts of joy
And that will be reverberating
Till the next river recedes.