THE SUBARNAREKHA

Water, it is sometimes reflective, sometimes it is destructive,

None of its nature does care for living, it moves with freedom,

While flowing in a river, or in water pipes, for human use, and

Life is still here, domiciled, or imagined staying of solvency.

In my last tour, you just carry sun-rays in your reflective swirls,

Boulder-road is built, silent wave thread, pedestrians moving

Alongside vehicles, river bed works as platform for road,

Water not making whirlpool, water makes whole decision for

Human being, it does not tilt basins, or break shore, peaceful,

In my today’s tour, you have built a chasing universe, stresses

Within water drive, along past-present asymmetry, and

It is always not to be seen, it is yours pattern, not in

Accordance with fanciful, radial pattern, and there is

A chiral revelation of water molecules, central growth,

It repeats in every rainy season, and it becomes more

Excited when water released from dams, to protect them,

Water, it is your transportation, I do not mix it with legend,

And the river does not leave from here; it does not make fossils,

Wave after wave, it transverses life, carrying certain

Capability to move us for living and doing something exciting