by Shailendra Chauhan
Yes, I shall write
a poem on you
Shall write the twenty years of
an enigmatic past
an epic unusual
an enormous geography
The tale of
a river ever-flowing
freely, perpetually
It’s necessary
to intonate
the rippling sound
of water
Narrate the contentment
Speak of the faith
reverence and dedication
And this too
that a river be called a river !
Birth ‘n’ death, philosophy ‘n’ religion
All unite here
On the banks of river
sink and rise with ’em
All through life
How from shore to shore
in this river I flowed
Hunger ‘n’ thirst, day ‘n’ light
Winter ‘n’ cotton flower
Sweet scent of grains
All with the
touch of your fingers
is absorbed
in the water of my life
Last updated June 12, 2013