Treasure Island

Meenu Alex


Memories of a River


Each river has a bunch of stories to tell
The story of dreams failed
Of lost love
Of the burning truth and the hot smell
Of life real

The river even knew the pain
Of thoughts going parallel
With their hands never yielding to a touch
The injured lives

The deceit killed a heart
And the river knew it before
Lust reigned in one
And the river could see it in the eyes
And waited for the injured soul

Each day the river waited for the silent cries from afar
The sighs of the world thronged on its shore
And the delight of the paper boats,
Will it survive the sighs?

Again the monsoon came late
But the river was wet with memories

Submitted: Friday, May 20, 2011
Edited: Monday, February 06, 2012

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