Saturday, April 28, 2018

The Kamogawa...

When what that shines brighter,
Than those stars in the sky,
Are the flashes of airplanes…
And the city glitters-
With thousands of lanterns, lamps, and lights-
Raw and pure…
The fragrance of water-
That breeze fetches for me.
I sat on the verdant moss-
Besides her, keeping my chin-
Over my knee…
And silently observed-
How beautiful, is she…
Her meandering feathers-
Slithering over the bed of rocks-
Her musings hold the glitters of lights!
As the scales of a serpent-
Glaring our eyes…
Unlike the crowd of thoughts
.. how silent, she is!
As the beauty floats-
In her sacred form…
The winging of Kamo…
And the rising of the moon...
Ruffles as the reflections-
Over her silken body…
How radiant, is she…
Mutely she twines-
Through a heart of the Kyoto…
If she does not take your heart-

I wonder- if you have the one…


Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Photo copyright: Yoshida Hiroshi, Kamo River

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