Suyash Saurabh Singh
The Dark River-I
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...