Saturday, March 23, 2013


Once here was a river 
A laughing river 
A caring river 
She cooled our throats 
She poured Gold 
Into our paddy fields 
She was a playground for our kids 
But we cut her vein 
We cut her throat 
We stabbed into her heart 
She can cry only now 
Forget to laugh 
But I still remember her lullaby 
Perhaps it is an obituary 
To my beloved river 

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