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The Dying River

I stole a kiss from the crimson Sun,

an embrace from the sickly tree,

a smile from the fading flower,

humility from the burdened Earth.

A spoon-full of water from that dying,

river, its gentle waters relaxing one last

time and taking a deepest sigh!

I leaned in my insatiable greed knowing

that it’s spirit just departed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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36 thoughts on “The Dying River”

      1. How are you Shantanu, I imagined you must have written epic poems remembering me 🤪

      2. Thanks, I was actually very busy with work and family on top time to time I suffer from headaches which restrict my writing and computer work! Sadly!

  1. Thought-provoking. Maybe there is a spirit in each living thing just like a person. When that spirit departs then the existence dies or departs as well. Take care my friend. 🙂

      1. Awww, thanks Tanya. Just a little surprise shot last year at the beach. I kind of liked it and it wasn’t like too close up. 😉

      2. It’s a very nice picture! I don’t like close ups either, shows my flaws 🙂

    1. Thanks a lot Amitav, Everything has spirit but we humans are in insatiable greed have to have more! Truly appreciate your kind words!

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