poet Yuyutsu Sharma

Yuyutsu Sharma

River: Morning

Cruel river
knows each time
I come to brood
over her roaring waters
each time I come
to her deafening banks
to gleam my dreams
over the plump flanks of her warm body
each time I come
to pour last of my life's salt
in the ringing gorges
of her sonorous frame,
a bone breaks
in my smoldering chest
and a wrinkle appears
across the shriveled leaf of my life.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 26, 2012

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  • Rajesh SidharthaRajesh Sidhartha (11/26/2013 7:15:00 PM)

    Amazing, with what depth and feeling this marvelous poet writes. It sure is a pleasure and ho our to read his poem. Rajesh

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