
The Many-Eyed River
Beheld from the bridge
Each vessel
seemed to be the water’s gaze
The poem wrought
in quest of insights
of the Bahulochana river,
hitherto remained unwritten.
The river’s mirth
Aloft, the grains of sand rising
on the billowing waves;
Circular as lips,
Gaze descending into the
Sand-shadow: quivering lips;
A sparkling water line
drawn as if with a silver wire.
A small chuckle erupts
From the river’s lips,
And over the bridge, it did traverse,
And manifested in the realm of my vision,
Then hastily departed,
Thus, embarking on a pursuit anew
or bestowing twice the speed,
to the tranquil flow of the stream within.
