Theme: Mythology

The Gomti River

The Gomti River1.jpg
Early morning in the diaphanous fog
As the city wakes up
Beyond the embankment,
The Indian dhobis pummel rosewood clubs
Against yellow, orange and white garments,
Over smooth flat granite of centuries,
Then unwittingly flutter the clothes dry
Upon bamboo poles.

Even if river water
Is somewhat polluted,
Unfit to drink,
Or unsafe for aquatic life,
She is still the daughter of Vashistha,
And if you are not queasy
You may bathe in it
And get your sins washed away.

The river still murmurs shlokas,
The granite stones still echo
With the movement of exposure,
And if you listen you can still hear
Unrecorded voices emerging
From behind the clothes and stones
Willing to converse with you audaciously
If you are willing and able.


More By  :  Mukesh Williams

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