Love- Mythical Or Real
Till some months back
No thought
No planning
Her waters
Almost drying
Making even
Meandering difficult
Then
A faint idea
Of an ocean
Somewhere ahead
Her reason
For a gradual surge
Over those otherwise
Lovelorn pebbles
Her waters again
Happily gurgling
But for
Melting snow
In that once
Stoic Mountain
Somewhere upstream
Her life would have
Continued to be a trickle
Now
She wants to change course
Suddenly flooded
With loving desires
And it is happening
Almost effortlessly
Now
She often
Says to herself
‘I don’t want to go
The mythical Saraswati way’
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