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Estuary

by Tarini Iyengar

[box]When she, the river, meets him, the sea, love is born. For the spectator, the sight is poetry . Tarini Iyengar describes the beauty.[/box]

She ran through the sloven bushes

Unmindful of what lay beneath her;

the undulations tearing her apart.

Split, she would, only to teem up

with a greater force that got her

back in form. She ran along…

And every time she met him, He

was there, waiting for her, open-arms.

She flung herself at him…. Always.

They intertwined and soon

she was lost….no more that

slithering beauty that she had been.

Nonchalant, I was beside her,

perched on a boulder. Drunk

in passion, they whirled in joy

uncaring of my formidable presence.

I pelted stones at them….

…. and they….whirled past my feet.

I looked down at them and

they looked up at me. But

there was this someone….

beyond them… within them…

I paused. He paused, then moved along.

I smiled. He carried his smile through his marathon.

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