Dedicated to a loving river ...
Treasure of Love
A foggy mid-night has curled itself
like mother earth's blessed pet;
lamp-posts on the bridge stand desolately
guarding treasure of life flowing underneath.
River-birds have arranged themselves
in row along guard-rail welcoming me home
after a tough, tiresome day abroad.
Rhein dances pass nonchalantly
reflecting imbecile modern civilisation
on disturbed waves moving across its surface;
while her deep heart holds keys of
innumerable rusted locks hanging from railing !
Treasure of Love
A foggy mid-night has curled itself
like mother earth's blessed pet;
lamp-posts on the bridge stand desolately
guarding treasure of life flowing underneath.
River-birds have arranged themselves
in row along guard-rail welcoming me home
after a tough, tiresome day abroad.
Rhein dances pass nonchalantly
reflecting imbecile modern civilisation
on disturbed waves moving across its surface;
while her deep heart holds keys of
innumerable rusted locks hanging from railing !
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