A new river, and its new bank..
Time yet to writ its tale..
Beyond all happiness of human soul,
And above all its wail ...
A flow of new aqua,
Tearing the heart of earth..
A hand-full of new mud..
That lay on the red path..
Few blooms, that were fresh,
Along the bay of life..
Destined to wither in a day or two..
While some newer get to thrive..!
In my dreams did I see,
A new cause of living..
It was beautiful, hued hopes,
Yonder from breathing or existing..
None knew , none aware,
My river of dreams flew by..
On its bank, I lived, with myself,
And a pair of waiting eyes !
~Manjuri~
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