Nearby flowed a river blue -
quiet its current, nothing new.
Its waves like braided hair -
tiptoed on rocks, silent and fair.
She meandered in youthful grand -
while she kissed her beloved land.
She was witness to the starry skies -
a bond from afar, with eternal ties.
One fateful day, rampage came loud -
her virgin innocence momentarily bowed.
Her identity still, yet so unmade -
came to an end, was cruelly laid.
She swerved her hips at the bend -
a stir rose silently never to end.
Flood came gushing like mountain air -
torn apart, her self was nowhere.
Her youth tiptoed sweetly over the years -
never knew she had a galore of tears.
The sun beamed with darkness in sight -
she was trembling but put up a fight.
Torrents ended, grey clouds parted -
water receded and away it parted.
Now the river renewed youth, was clear -
fought like a warrior, alleviating her fear.
PRASENJIT©1997-2025
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