DEAD RIVER
Once I admired Your Highness’s beauty!
You were adorned with pleasant apparel,
Your generous heart was transparent.
Where has your beauty gone now?
I know, You marked with zigzag boundaries,
You never failed to satisfy your branches,
You gave a spectacular treat to your folks,
How have you lost your beautiful soul?
Once, you were full but now become dull,
Your skin becomes pale, your hair gets frizzy,
I’ll say, your life gets collapsed completely.
How you lost your Journey?
Long back, you were in turquoise blue!
But now, you become a pathetic pale.
Someone killed your splendid blue beauty.
How did you become a victim now?
Wow, what a beautifully personal and intimate poem! “Dead River” really grabbed my mind in a profound way. The way you express appreciation for the river’s former beauty and kind heart immediately drew me in, Jasmine. It’s as if I could feel the loss and longing alongside them.
The vivid imagery that you have used, Jasmine, to depict the fall of the river is incredibly powerful. I could almost see the river’s once glowing skin turn gray and her hair curly. It’s like witnessing the death of a dear friend, and it tugs at the heartstrings.
Your personal relationship with the river is palpable throughout the passages. Calling the river “your highness” and remembering its former beauty as “your generous heart” adds intimacy and shared experience. A poignant reminder of how deeply the loss of something can affect us.
I am Glad that you enjoyed in my words.