let´s walk along the golden river ...

A River Poem ( by Mamta G.Sagar )

 

Inside the river are

the sky, the cloud, and the sun.

In my hands’ bowl is the river.

 

If I throw up my hands,

the river spills in drops, scattering

sky, cloud, and sun all o’er me.

 

From my hands’ bowl, if I drink

the river, then within me,

the sun, the cloud, and the sky.

 

Tell me, who is in who?

 

Done