A Woman And A River

A woman and a river know not how much depth she carries,
know not which way she turns
know not how many mysteries hidden in bosom
beauty lies in her mystic curves and eternal flow
a woman and a river manifested to nurture and purify
melt away the rocks and stones
once stagnant and polluted will lose the sheen
a woman and river know not how much destruction will bring flood and mayhem
manifested to purify and soften now destroy the very creation
a woman and a river will mirror your face
will not humanity shudder with ugliness when behold the eye of a woman or peep in a river
where is the flow? Where is the life?

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Kavita Jain

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