River Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

River, my sweet river,
The precious treasure of my tranquil mind,
Where has he gone?
I haven't seen him long,
In his absence I stumble miserably on my way
And fail to delineate the beautiful things in a powerful rhythm,
They flee from my confused and fragile imagination again and again.
Though I seek his cool and friendly water day and night,
It's only grief and frustration at the end,
I have not got back his calm and superior flow
In spite of my sincere effort;
Has he dried up?
I fear so,
I have delved into every inch of the vast land, known and unknown to me,
But in vain,
There is no trace of his wonderful fragrance.
Being exasperated, as I search my great river desperately and extensively for the last time this moment,
I suddenly feel I am standing on the serene and true water of my wonderful pal,
Gradually he begins to flow all my limbs and I become completely drenched,
What a great moment!
I jump in an ecstasy and hug him with great emotion and fervour,
Yes, I have got back my beloved friend, my pleasant river again,
Indeed I am fully relieved now.