meetdheeraj

poem

River shore

I too live by the river Our river though is not sacred It is still clean Perhaps it's the fate of sacred rivers to be dirty We too go to our river to swim We don't take dips, we swim and swim till our lungs and legs can no longer hold And we run from our river only when our mothers holler our names There are no flowers floating in our river No oil lamps float in our river too We don't even leave our dead in our river Our river is not sacred like yours We still love our river though It feeds us, it nurtures us

Do you think our river misses being sacred? Do you think your river likes being sacred?

River Shore River and tree

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Sitting by seaside I'm wondering what happened The life that was, the days that were. I remember being in love with one, madly so I remember how that felt I remember every bit of it and its been like forever since then But remember I still We all do, don't we?

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