by Shailendra Chauhan
Yes, I shall write
a poem on you
Shall write the twenty years of
an enigmatic past
an epic unusual
an enormous geography
The tale of
a river ever-flowing
freely, perpetually
It’s necessary
to intonate
the rippling sound
of water
Narrate the contentment
Speak of the faith
reverence and dedication
And this too
that a river be called a river !
Birth ‘n’ death, philosophy ‘n’ religion
All unite here
On the banks of river
sink and rise with ’em
All through life
How from shore to shore
in this river I flowed
Hunger ‘n’ thirst, day ‘n’ light
Winter ‘n’ cotton flower
Sweet scent of grains
All with the
touch of your fingers
is absorbed
in the water of my life





