The River inspired by the poem of Jibonananda Das

The rye mustard field, glowing with a morning diva, faded in colors within afternoon The river runs just beside ; “O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!” The branches of the oak tree , trace upon chest of yours, whence The tree shade adores you in blue Patsy sounds in farther and farther a try, follow through These for having an echo in those stalking sounds, whence together , sounds cry Was there ever a river meandering nearby? “O reverie! What shall the song be in the chanting verse, unsung in me and thee!” You , my soulmate, a fall to befall in shape, mine to undermine The farther I run away to shy - you trace me back there with your toddler efforts to intertwine I hear your foamy shore, sounds of me with my child, daylong, a silly whim to be around awhile Enchantance overflowing with eloquence (seemingly so) Eloquence and ongoing eloquence never a bit tiresome This very river A flock of fishes rainbow colors on the river chest The herd of flamingo , white lilies the remotest oasis around the deepest river basin Men did not intervene, as these, are never to be seen.