The river in this poem is a metaphor for way life, love, life itself, …….
Death of a River
River’s gone dry, there are no streams
Tethering it
To mountains and dreams
Of clouds full of rains
It rains
Once in a while
River rolls on it’s side
To look back
At water gushing down
Nothing arrives
With a wicked smile
Sun ratchets up heat
Hot pebbles and stones
Burn through the bed
Scarring roots
Struggling to remain
Alive
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Thanks for sharing this idea… let’s follow our blogs .Anita
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On the bottom right side page click the follow button. Anita
Can’t really see any follow button or link on your site. Where can I find it ?
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On the bottom page on the right side click the follow button.
Anita
Click on this page
Click on the polar bear image
On the bottom on the right side bottom page click the follow button
Done. It was in fine print. So had difficulty in finding it.
With age, eyes start playing tricks.
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