Cry Of The River Poem by Lovita Morang

in utter immortal throb
like a wingless bird you are flown
as if in deep penance
for human pain

horizon is not the end that is your larger world

golden may be the paddy field
but that shall not quench the yearnings of poverty…
starved human relations

my children their feet on wooden broken bridge
to and fro
to and fro
too long but walk on

the winglessness leaps up
they try to fly

little lights from little homes by the deep forest
little lights from fireflies

village folk sing songs
you along call the tune

you are like the river kolong
silently flowing by the village kebang

your tender finger knows how to hold
flute in your lips,
love cannot be sold

sing on…songs are purer than what human say
live on…life in itself has power than what may


you sit on the broken bridge and watch the river flowing
it flows flows and keeps on flowing silently
it does not say anything
let us not say anything for what pain is
let life flow silently
for life knows how to live on

ripples are going to become big waves
rivers deep sea

you heard the river cry
and asked every wayfarer ‘can you hear the cry of the river’
you heard me crying
then you heard the human cry

dread not the fire
Feel the Invisible force
Never slay the love in you

play on the flute my child
and reach for me

a new sun
we shall gift this world