Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Sleeping with the rivers

I turn back towards
the rivers 
of my life

There is Jamuna
where maybe
two generations 
of my father and mother
drew their water

That is the Ganga
that saw me
born and raised
and burn with ignorance
on city streets

This is my longing 
for home perhaps
which, in each river's history
flows through me.


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