in utter immortal throb <br />like a wingless bird you are flown <br />as if in deep penance <br />for human pain <br /> <br />horizon is not the end that is your larger world <br /> <br />golden may be the paddy field <br />but that shall not quench the yearnings of poverty… <br />starved human relations <br /> <br />my children their feet on wooden broken bridge <br />to and fro <br />to and fro <br />too long but walk on <br /> <br />the winglessness leaps up <br />they try to fly <br /> <br />little lights from little homes by the deep forest <br />little lights from fireflies <br /> <br />village folk sing songs <br />you along call the tune <br /> <br />you are like the river kolong <br />silently flowing by the village kebang <br /> <br />your tender finger knows how to hold <br />flute in your lips, <br />love cannot be sold <br /> <br />sing on…songs are purer than what human say <br />live on…life in itself has power than what may <br /> <br /> <br />you sit on the broken bridge and watch the river flowing <br />it flows flows and keeps on flowing silently <br />it does not say anything <br />let us not say anything for what pain is <br />let life flow silently <br />for life knows how to live on <br /> <br />ripples are going to become big waves <br />rivers deep sea <br /> <br />you heard the river cry <br />and asked every wayfarer ‘can you hear the cry of the river’ <br />you heard me crying <br />then you heard the human cry <br /> <br />dread not the fire <br />Feel the Invisible force <br />Never slay the love in you <br /> <br />play on the flute my child <br />and reach for me <br /> <br />a new sun <br />we shall gift this world<br /><br />lovita j r morang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-of-the-river/
