The river of my flow

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Sunset on Jamuna

(This poem is written for my friend G. who reconnected after several years)

Standing on

The bank

Of the mysterious

Jamuna

years ago

I saw

In the dark waters:

A sensual flow

Over the mud of passions.

Possessed, I followed

its course

until it vanished

like Sarasvati

in the womb of the

mother earth.

Now as a

breeze from

a distant past

strokes my grey hair

gently in the

evening

I hear the gush of

the Ganga:

Clear waters

Attracting prayers.

The mysteries?

Aren't they reborn too?