Steps Rising Poem by Rajnish Mishra

Row after row, steps rising from the river,
Row after row, steps falling to the same,
Rising, going westward, falling east - a game
Words play on life every day; and life, later, Shells the words all down, and leaves
behind impressions only strong, firmly etched,
Deeply carved, with colours true, fetched
From the days of old, when life was lived.
The game, when it's over; whistles blown,
Feet when tired re-trace the falling steps,
Tracking back the same worn out stone
Steps at the end of a summer-day-long run,
In the clear sky, of a never-resting sun -
Lead them gently riverward, down the steps.