The River

By Afrin Rahaman

I donot remember my exact origin.

As far as I can remember,

Through the land of snow,

I emerged and flowed in a small stream.

I see the butterflies fly.

I see the flowers blossom.

Through the green bushy woods,

I dream to reach the clouds high!

As I descend down the hills,

I flow through the plateau plain.

I find the jolly tea estate girls,

Whose screams, the night air fills.

I think the hills are backward.

It is a stinky place to stay.

May be I can help when I am wider.

For now, let me progress ahead.

Then comes the never ending plains.

I flow through the paddy fields.

I flourish and provide them.

Yet there are dry lands in pain!

I find the fish playing,

The bull, the zebra enjoying a drink.

Should I flood over the lion

Eagerly waiting for a catch, watching?

I need to get wider to do that.

Got to get to the sea.

Now, I should quietly pass over,

Lest! I am dried by the heat!

Finally I have reached my destiny!

Finally, wide enough at the sea!

But thus salt water irritating, killing me.

Oh my God! I have lost my identity!

Well that was the whole story told.

What? You question how well did I serve?

Well its none of my fault,

If you find here your growth curve!

By Afrin Rahaman