The Mysterious Waters…… - Poem by Mukesh Raval
Waters of Umardashi (a small virgin river in Gujarat, India)
Had long ceased to sparkle
With the kisses of sunlight,
But some old fishes of that nectar
Still breathe the spirit of that virgin soul….
They still wait for someone
Like a country waits for his warrior hero,
Basking on the heaps of sand
Pierced by the thorns of the babul trees
That grew from her grave,
Crying with a hope
They weep at night
And try to find him among the twinkling stars.
That one day
Their loved one would come again
And make them bloom….
With clouds, wind and rain
Would wake up from her sandy grave
Like a barren mother with a fertile dream….
And they would cherish
His jumping into her throbbing lap
With a splash
From an aged cliff
The mute victim of their love
like the Kadamba tree on Yamuna bank
Who eroded much, years ago,
through the collisions
of his paper boats........
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