The Two-Faced River

The long uncharacteristic meandering river                                                                                                                                            its trail vanishes beyond the yellow banner of the horizon.                                                                                                             The quiet river which is always quiet                                                                                                                                                                                  never splitted but never equal                                                                                                                                                                   the mysterious two- faced river.                                                                                                                                                                               Summon me yonder                                                                                                                                                                                                                             where fortune falls down like mango fruits.                                                                                                                                                           Where grass is aromatic like fresh manna                                                                                                                                                  where people jostle through heaps of treasure                                                                                                                                                                Spoored from the magical two- faced river                                                                                                                                                 The mother of fraternal twins.                                                                                                                                                                                                    Patchy, scruffy and ill grass                                                                                                                                                                         Anthills and porcupines                                                                                                                                                                                     a symbol of a dying old man                                                                                                                                                                                                         whose twin brother is younger than him – by half                                                                                                                                           and attached on the other side.                                                                                                                                                                                The ground seems level above the table                                                                                                                                                                                                                              but it is tilted towards the west.                                                                                                                                                                                             The weaker twin sends letters downstream                                                                                                                                               but responses cannot flow against the currents.                                                                                                                                                  It is just laughter of a frowning face                                                                                                                                                                             against laughter of a smiling face.                                                                                                                                                                         The river remains mysterious.                                                                                                                                                                                  Two faced river                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Mother of fraternal twins.

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