An Obituary

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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Karen Deeks

Date: 6/3/2012 8:45:00 AM

I understand this so well my dear JK this is humanities legacy wroldwide i think.. not many rivers remain unscathed now...but your appreciation of your beloved river is so natural... thanks for sharing my dear friend and im so glad your here ... karen

Jayachandran Chakrapany
Date: 6/3/2012 9:36:00 AM

thank you dear poetess .i think you are my friend "sunhat'' at writers network and karen at poemhunter.com .i think i am right .sorry if i am wrong .i do not know much about this site .if you are my friend sunhat and karen mail me .jayakrishnanaluva@gmail.com .i miss you my friend .if you are another person forgive me .i have been searching for my friend karen at every writing sites .jk