Wandering on a river
Wandering on a river in an evening dust
The blazing sun is for its departure
To the western horizon to its hut
None is fearer than his own nature.
Birds flying to abode for searching rest
Humanity cares no their reaching destination
Beyond divinity hinders fortune the best.
But for admirer who loveth thou with affection.
Dust can stop breath closing the sights
Of the passers-by in a cyclonic wind.
The river flows queer into the great seas
Murmuring sounds sweeten the rocky ground.
Flowers in the garden cercal in field.
Dancing over scenic beauty and truth.
Tossing their heads like untamed and wild
Horizontal circle darkens sky-the river both.
Ghost spells its magic wand to the woods
For tremendously weakens immatured inmates
Of the wild spacis making horror by the hoofs.
And waiting the soul taking angel at the gates.
Victimized one can feel untold misery of life
Pleasure and luxury by virtue of funny deeds
Sweep away even thine sin and vice aloof
Can't he be in the space of sowing seeds.
I have to care defying share
Of my life to earn eternal peace
That stands in the heaven which bear
The impunity that runs a pace.
Only He knows my way to survive
In this complex world where we live in
Absurd, sobs and sorrow to steady drive
Away from soul and physique of me and thine.
Rivers carry liquid dirt and filth
To the great heart ocean in the abbey
For the satisfaction of abdomental breath
Consuming materials their gather they.
The poet is lecturer, Department of English, CCN University