Me The River- -Arid Poem by Suresh Kumar EK

It seemed that the detouring
Was unending, hopeless and lost.
Something murmering me always
This is not the real you, this is not.
I felt being exploited, without any
Freedom of expression of body, mind and
Spirit which moved me unconsciously.
I was burning out deep inner side
Knowing the path will dry me out.

The loneliness was so painful,
Unknown, unrecognised, unused.
Many narrow limits were creeping in
Every decision became idiotic.


without water I was staggering
I lost my face in the swampy mud
But like the real burning sun
I made it soon, my way to vigour.
The Sungod told me"dont worry,
They will praise the moon always
Though it is your own reflection,
They blame the sun being harsh
And praise the moonlight so cool".