The River’s Pain

This river, flowing between us,
A line carved deep into the land—
How often we’ve cursed its currents,
But its course, unchanging, defied our cries.
When it lay barren, dried to dust,
We found each other briefly,
Only to part once more.

Today, I watched its empty bed,

Brimming with sand and stone.
A surge of memories returns—
Waves of joy, long submerged.

I saw the river, full once more,
Its waters heavy with borrowed stones,
Carried from distant, jagged mountains.

But why?

It devours itself,

Eroding its fragile soul.
No tears flow now—

Only the weight of its despair,
In its current.
I stand perplexed, 

Knowing the longing of river
Wishing for our union.

I never thought of it,
I had cursed it so often,
Blaming its divide for our wounds.
But now, its struggles to unite us,
I see—its pain,
In this brief stillness,
I understand—

Its relentless endeavor,
The river’s love.

27/03/2019

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