A Thin Stream Poem by Dina Nath Nadim

A Thin Stream

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A thin stream
flowed down the hill
like a king.
A twig was its crown.
The river will overflow its bank
and
shake the earth.
After a splash
the twig got stuck against a mound of sand.
Beauty is no slave to hollowness.

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Dina Nath Nadim

Dina Nath Nadim

Srinagar, Kashmir / India
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