On the Banks of River Kaveri… Afsar, Telugu, Indian
1
A pining…
.
for not having drowned like a paper boat
when you were impregnably brimming over the banks;
for having failed to play like a pearl of water
on the sickle of your waist
when the first signs of youth blossomed over there;
for not sharing a piece of firmament
standing at the threshold of your teary look
2
Kaveri!
You are now an abridged version of your own epic;
And I…
a worn out boat on your attenuating banks…
a childhood running into the crimps
of those aureate sarees drying up over there on your sands
3
As for the contentment, well, there is.
There is that satisfaction that you lie here
on the hem of my cilia.
4
But,
What I came here for
is to anchor oceans in my eyes;
What I came here for
is to stream around your wizened ribs in ripples.
5
Isn’t it Kaveri?
.
(On the Banks of river Kaveri at Srirangam, South India one morning)
29-07-2012
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