By Anila Mathew V
Flitting out of the spring,
I journeyed with zest.
With passion that no force could wring,
to meet my only quest.
The hills and the valley,
were but a passing phase.
One could not afford to tarry
in an enduring chase.
My banks bred nations
drawing from my pregnant bed.
I fed the population
till I could bear no more and bled.
Neither the riches nor the heritage
could cripple me in loveless ties.
Braving the acts of sacrilege
I journeyed beneath the skies
Dropping the dead weight of my riches,
surrendering all my possession.
I joined the many rivers down the ridges,
gushing forth the endless ocean
Little did I know, to the ocean,
I am but another river,
lured by the pull of the ocean.
One among many a river
I was Ganga, I was Kaveri
but now, all I am is yet another river
Lost forever in trying
to quench an undying thirst.