Sunday Poem By Gayatri Devi Borthakur

Sunday Poem By Gayatri Devi Borthakur

Never ask a river about her age

Never ask a river about her age A river surveys life Measures experiences Gathers seeds Row or ripened Sometimes in the moonlight Uses to talk with the stars about the Sky Or follows the tune of a yatch-- heard or unheard Sometimes Recalls the stories Stored in her bosom Sometimes a river opens the sack of long conversation Sings the myths One by one In a low voice The shadow in the deepest corner of a river Is always mysterious Can't be declared firmly So in every step A river has to face velification Needs verification of her actions Though there is no any plan to be a dead branch Leaving the currents Has to carry the sheet of disrepute Still Never ask a river about her age A river ,like a woman Is the primitive academy of life ......