A RIVER IS NOT ONLY WITH ITS WATER - SUBIR GHOSH || English poem || Poetry
A RIVER IS NOT ONLY WITH ITS WATER
SUBIR GHOSH
For those the path is measured
they cann’t move any further.
Even an express horse has to stop.
From an upperfloor balcony
a cunning kite comes down with a smile.
My scripts and syllabi
cannot withstand any more
the torturous teeth of the printing devil.
The well that once used to overflow with water
even there the mirror of cloud got broken long back.
To supersede me
the jockies mercilessly whip their horses.
But I cann’t proceed further
Neither anyone can supersede me too.
My shadow is not Myself.
The stones of a hill are not the hill as such.
A river is not only with its water,
else any water could have been called
in the name of ‘river’.
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