By Prerna Munshi
A loving hand,
she slipped out from.
At the sight of a sun sprinkled river.
Her clothes melted like thin air.
Naked,
in bliss,
she morphed into the river.
Her earth like the water weed
on the river bed
undulated with the rhythm of the river.
What remained
was an amphibian poetry.
At times, seeking a land for words
At times, a sea of silence.
By Prerna Munshi
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