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.