Poetry

One Morning at Khwai

Heard a lot about her
Khwai the river
In textbooks of my childhood
She came and stood
Before me
Like a fairy
After some twenty years and ten
Reached her when
Saw her like a timid one, little and inconspicuous
Nothing like those I have seen at Dooars,
Or at other places of North,
Which came gurgling forth,
No, Khwai is without any tumult or waves,
She just goes away , through the glades,
And I looked at her
Khwai the river.
                                                   ~ Moinak Dutta
                                                         Kolkata, India

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