River Said To The Water, Thristy Is Our Myth Of Love, Love Better Poem by Lovita Morang

River said to the water, thristy is our myth of love, lover better

Who shall quench the thirst,
Trust to who shall I, thristy are we, therefore,
After here, where do we both, heading, wherefore
We together both, by the two banks flow
Like the sun and the rays, made the sunny day throw
But who are we
Are we the forgotten children of Lir,
In the garden of remembrance, we forget nothing myth stir still;
O Ler, God of the sea, Gaelic myths has goodwill
O Greek goddess Aphrodite, let me drink glassful of sea foam
Aren't we just one atom bonded into two hydrogen atoms

Just chemical combination
that flows through nations
Or the water, Before the child is born,
the pregnant woman's water breaks, a life adorned
Or as
Mami Wata, transcultural pantheon, laureate an aura
of water spirits and deities of the African diaspora
All the things that, from the mountains that they could not borrow
In Myth and in mysteries of Puranas,
Or Varuna God of oceans, vows and voyage, sail salient or storms in Makara
Guardian deity of directions that sway in human civilization's tomorrow.
As
Preserver, the Father of god Brahma of vedic sage Vasishtha.
Yet, river asked the water, don't make me flow, shallow
There are holes beneath, that might made us hollow
Whirlpool of wishes torrent, Yes, its in a sunny day blow by blow, together water and river flows, love grows undercurrent.

- Lovita
London thumakda in India to celebrated happy Poet Donall Dempsey❤❤❤❤