My scholar friend keeps his late Grandma's diary <br />And a certain page was highlighted in the color of yellow. <br />My old ferryman you never realized that how I deeply loved you? <br />Since in the cradle the word 'depth' I heard several occasions from my parents. <br />They always talk about the mysterious river's depth. <br />But I am grown up now and I understand the nagging life is more deeper than the river. <br />A hidden alligator in the river takes a soul away once in a way <br />And you disappeared without saying me Goodbye! <br />I murmur your everlasting song while sitting on my sick bed. <br />'This old vehicle stops at all railroad crossings <br />As I am really scared of painful death.' <br /> <br />* My humble dedication to Sam Cooke for quoting his wonderful song's title. <br /> <br />nimal p.dunuhinga<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-born-by-the-river/
