Flowing in all its might, strong and fluid,
Possessing strength of a herculean druid,
The river danced along the shores of sand,
Spraying mist along the way, so grand.
It’s beauty was different by day and night
But all I could write was just plain sight.
Cascading waters sounded through my ears,
Drowning the city noise, the chaos it clears.
Alas my blue scribe, can only scribble,
The soothing sense little by little,
For schools did teach grammer that exhausts,
Not the emotion of Shakespeare or Robert Frost.
Waking up to thunderous roars, dawny skies and orange shores,
I paddled my board, soaking the aqueous light on the surface cold.
Water shimmered like jewels stud, on a bridal gown with rosy buds.
Silence left as fishes plopped, awaking the river as it plod.
I went deeper into the river’s arms,
Feeling the mangroves in its charms.
Smoking vapours rose from its bosom,
Fresh fragrance lifting and wholesome.
The silvery dusk came in its glory,
And the river told another story.
Ducks retreated into their resting spots,
And fishes slept in their watery pots.
I lit a fire on its bank and watched the moon by the clock’s hand.
The thunderous water was now sober, as the waning moon above it hovered.
Its flowing move on the rocks, was true music on the Equinox.
Gentle in its splendour, the symphony calming in true candour.
Fire crackled as the wood burnt, in the pleasing wind of the evening hunt.
Night approached with stars bright, which now lit the river’s height.
Sweet waters quenched my thirst, weariness of the day was nursed.
At last the water fairies sang their song, as I slept through the night so long.
(C) DIKSHA SHAHI
Image credits and copyright: forestfoundation.org
Notes: Written from my memoirs of Malaccan wanderings through Kilim river, Pulau Dayang Bunting Lake (Mayalsia) and following the trails of mighty Indian rivers – Mandakini and Alaknanda.