Suyash Saurabh Singh
The Dark River-I - Poem by Suyash Saurabh Singh
The dawn was far, the pace was slow,
when above from that bridge, I felt the flow,
neither in expressions, nor even in words,
stating my story its voice was heard...
Watching it revealed, what it contained,
as souvenir after, those stormy rains,
the first it showed, its wrath and woe,
by reflecting the dark in its glittering flow...
The melted moon, witnessed a fit,
and mourned on the tears, I drowned in it,
the white when bursted, the stars were scattered,
they resembled my heart which sparked and shattered...
The flow it met, the sky behind,
the fog at the horizon, left me purblind,
the fog, it knew, but it didn't tell,
who is my sky and where it fell?
The shores were apart, but they met for sure,
their love somewhere, they mutually procure,
the place may be before, the flow was born,
where the flow, these shores, have tightly worn...
They recalled me the time,
when I felt her in my veins,
the winds swept the time,
And left Eternal Pains...
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