Echoes of my river..

"I sit beside her..I am a better man”
sings my heart as I stand here..
All I see is a parched rock
some dead grass here and there
All I hear is the echo
of a long dried river..

Years back when I first came to the cave,
sat at the footsteps, dipped my soiled hands
in the magical river...
..she treated me in her arms
pleasant as heaven
That day, I found a new friend..
That day, I found myself..!!

As life went on...
I grew with the river..
Rushed my days
To catch a glimpse of her face..
Sit by her side
see myself in her eye..
She washed my hands..
and lit the lines I never knew
It was her way to show
who i am.. where I am..
It was her way to say
“Go, win the world..i’m with you”

Not the dirt in my hand..
but the cloud in my mind
She cleared.....
became a part of me...
and I a part of her.

But there came a day..
in my village,
Land slid as if rocks were clay..
Some died..many cried..
Din't know back home,
my river also mired..
The cave crumbled
and came in “Our” way...
My river..wasn’t there..
All I could see were the rocks..
Crushed and wet with her tears,
All I could hear were her echoes..
Dried..pleading to come out.

All “I” was left with the hope
The hope she sowed in me..
And the same hope that
I'll sit by her side,
and be a better man again...