by Hridayananda Gogoi
All rivers finally return.
A familiar house, enchanted light,
And endearing heart
The river enters into a fresh treaty
With stones and moss, gills and fins
All rivers touch the sky.
Sowing golden seeds
Tilling and harrowing the dear country
The river is filled with words
Rose-boats ply on the river
Dispensing the fragrance of the wild basil
In the valley
The river cocks its ears
Even in the dark
At the absence of human sounds
At last all rivers come back...
©hridayanan
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