(5 January 1960 - / Nakodar, Punjab / India)

River At Night

Dark night
I cannot see the river.
I can only
hear it thundering rumble.
A water well explodes
enamored in the fleshy
clutch of fluffy
clouds, making a cave of this gorge.
Only fingers of the fireflies
illuminate its shape, the wild limbs,
as the river fumbles
curled around the hefty thighs of the night
to find a wink of sleep.

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Lovely, pure, heartfelt poetry from India's greatest poet.