River
Her mother tried to stop her
but with never a backward glance,
River bounded out of home,
she was a torrent of youthful haze.
With the cool mountain breeze blowing,
her cascading hair streaming.
The warm sunshine on her face,
her collected skirts swinging,
her anklet bells ringing.
Leaping over boulders and
dancing over glens,
picking her playmates along the way.
She at long last slowed down,
to listen,
the temple bells a-pealing.
She stepped into the edifice and
watched the Purohits
with their burning lamps.
Swaying she stood, lulled
gently into a hypnotic laze.
They adorned her with petals,
they bathed her with milk and
smeared her with ashes.
The multitude crowded around her,
touching,
seeking.
She looked on confounded.
What was this that they expected?
She knew not, she cared not.
Her journey was not to be interrupted,
she broke away from their embrace.
She ran with abandon,
they chased her to no avail.
Angered and arrogant.
They bound her.
They choked her.
Their hold a noose around her.
She struggled.
She strived.
Some of her survived.
A lot more cast away.
She reached the end of her journey.
Beggared and
battered she stood,
To question her creator,
on a game so iniquitous.
Superb narrative….didn’t want it to end….
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Thanks Sonica. I think sometime later I’ll develop it further.
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this is easily your best. its flirty its deep its lyrical… saying lovely aint enough
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Thanks lady. Means something coming from you.
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arre baap re 😀 ❤ ❤
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I would say best till date in terms of writing skills. You have beautifully conveyed your thoughts through masterful use of words and lyrics. The metaphor used here (River) shocks the reader by being so apt and obvious and yet not many would think of it.
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Thanks Shuchi.
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What beautiful imagery!!! Love it! Very well written Vasudha
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Woo hooo….loved this one…
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Reading this….am thinking…..r u sure u r not a poet …..such lyrical prose! Ur words simply flow like the river ……
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Thanks Manpreet. Since I don’t consider myself lyrical at all, I’m flattered.
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Loved it. ❤️
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