The sun & The river

I feel the purple sky

black grass

I sigh..

in the dusk of lonely hours

when dust has settled

and lilly's dry.

Gobblet swanks down at far

trying to lean over

the muskin river

but the river reflects

and smashes hard

giving the sun

a sinking shiver.

The sun is all the same

since then

but a spot has made its scene

that marks the rueful cry of the lad

a tag of being obscene!

Sometimes I think

why so, it happened

when everything was so complete

or seemingly well

it was dark and deep

that the sun had failed to read..

and dumped

it got itself

in an attempt to peep.

I know naught

the meanings of my own lines

that I've scribbled afar in the sand

they weren't washed

they got indeed

undone by some hand.

Some hand

whom I knew

so well for long

and had lent even support

but then, things come

and things may go

its lovely destined sport.

-Himadri(12/03/2007)