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Poems

Rivers

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A River,

Through Man’s perception,

Is a Stream-of unified droplets of chastity,

Intended to purge one’s mind-

As well as the torso.

 

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The kingdom of ‘Thralldom’,

Hath at its delimitation tract,

A similar stream, called “Freedom”,

Intended to emancipate victims,

From a tyrant lunatic’s servitude.

 

This river is a collective possession,

Of men, who had bequeathed equal shares,

(Regardless of their riches or status,)

The Almighty’s testamentary assurance,

To his children.

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The flux of knowledge,

A possession of a rationalist,

Is a similar stream-

Of incessant, macrocosmic existence,

Regardless of perilous terrains and ‘unresolvable conundrums’,

Owing its unremittingness-

To indefatigable-

Reasoning and audacity.

 

This river meanders,

Not through the soil,

But, throught the ‘flesh’.

 

Fitting to an idiomatic expression-

Of intelligentsia-

“Still water runs deep”.

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Friendship and “Blood to blood” intimacy-

Are streams that converge,

Into the single stream-

Which defines a universal emotion,

Love, relation, deference or passion.

(Whatever ye’ call it!!!)

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Truth is a stream akin-

to Freedom, Love and Intellect,

Perhaps, being the peerless one in the lot,

An unvanquishable stream,

Beyond the requisite of a medium.

 

A ‘River’ which incessantly maintains its flow,

Through the terrains of echt minds,

That hath embraced a life garnered-

Throught actions of truthfulness and nonpareil righteousness.

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Life is a similar stream.

 

(Misconception:

The course beclouded by perplexing notions,

That hath been bequeathed by man,

From his ancestors,

His diffident actions intensifying,

His dilemmas and bewildered ideations.)

 

Life, in fact,

Is a stream that no boulders can lacerate,

No debris can degrade,

No unworthy notions can demean,

Only if, the mind can camouflage,

Into the river bank –

of abysmal depth, of assertion.

 

Life is the parent of all the ‘other rivers’,

The affectionate mother-figure-

who guides her children through the course,

who advocates concordance as the path to unity

and who deplores any thoughts, related to “breach”

(attempts to lacerate the family tree)

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‘Love’ stands out,

Among these rivers,

As a ubiquitous channel-potent enough,

To coalesce the myriad streams,

Of man,

His lineage, kinship, and acquaintances,

Into unity.

 

A River is thus- a stream of edified droplets,

Droplets of love, freedom, truth, intellect, and life,

The conglomeration of which-

Presents a picture that only intellects can decipher,

A picture akin, to a stream of water.

 

The physical rivers,

The streams which we deliberately contaminate,

A visible juxtaposition, to the stream of life-

which we relentlessly guard from deterioration.

 

The lament of the rivers,

The frequent ululations,

Audible-

From the barren, draught struck tracts,

Created by Man’s ignorance.

 

Remember,

those rivers hold the key,

to man’s insouciance.

 

Or rather,

They deserve an amended reception,

And a reverential nurturing.

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Act like a son, who,

Alarmed at the sight-

Of an uncouth molester trying to scandalize-

His mother’s dignity,

Would jeopardize himself to the act of tearing the latter’s flesh apart.

 

Refrain yourself, and-

Forbade others,

From molesting thy chaste mother.

 

Rivers, thou ought to be protected from abasement,

And thou shall be assuredly.

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