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In the full moonlight of a summer day
I sat in the embankment of the riverside
Having some tensions of worldly life
And to ease the mind from such problems
I sat their for a long time seeing the nature
The river was flowing with glittering
The moonlight that gave it wonderful beauty
The fishes were jumping with happiness
Its whitish color glittered for a while
The air was having a light breeze wind
No one can escape from the sleep
It was such a wonderful experience
The beauty of the river felt marvelous
In the distance I saw some movements and sounds
May be from the country boats in fishing
Elders told us in our childhood
Not to go near the river in midnight
May be there coming celestial beings
For their entertainment in the river
Be those are fairies or demons
Will disturb the humans in such nights
There jumping sounds will here in distance
Which was actually the fish the jumping ones.
Moonlight is so much beautiful
when it really enjoys near a river
Stars are also very interesting
Just like the pearls and ornaments in light
River is also beautiful in moonlight
Some minutes of sitting near will ease the mind
The world and its river systems are nice
The sites of river is most beautiful.
Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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A River's Rush

It is the river as mother to the sea
Entraps us into this womblike feeling of ease;
It is the river draws us to this discovery
Of need, our quiet helplessness.
We are the river ran its course
Into an engulfment of restless sea.
How far have we gone from our rivered Nara?
Or how long have we gone astray?
Does the river current come full circle
From the breaking waves of sea?
Do we meet each other, dreamlike,
In the endless stream of the world’s Lachines?
When do we come back as rivulets
In some hidden rock spring?
The river runs full circle, and we discover
We have not even halfway met.
When will my currents break into your rocks,
You distant sea, you entrapment of need
And engulfment of ease?
When will the sea create the river?
When will the river create the sea?
Where they meet in the trickle of a little garden,
Who laves the riverstones?
Who laps the greening shores?
The river’s rush is also our question.
albert b. casuga

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A Mother's Warning

A Mother's Warning (short story)
One summer’s day my children (5 & 7) went fishing with me by a fast moving river.
On the banks grew tall grass, and on the rivers edge were dainty blue flowers
As we stood fishing my daughter came up to me holding a small bunch of flowers.
She asked, what kind of flowers are these?
My son also wanted to know.
I recognized that the flowers were Forget-me-not.
She replied, why are they called Forget-me-not.
So, I told them this story;
There was once a brave and noble knight in shining armor, that loved, very much, a beautiful maiden, he had to go away to war to fight to save the maiden, and her family who lived in a castle.
The knight asked her what do you want me to give you before I go to war.
She said, those pretty blue flowers that grow by the river’s edge.
So the knight said, I will get them for you, my love.
The knight walked to the river’s edge to pick the pretty blue flowers.
He slipped into the river while holding the flowers he picked.
His armor filled with water.
He began to sink deeper and deeper in to the water, while he was sinking, he called out Forget me not, and then he drowned.
The last thing the maiden saw of him was his hand held up holding the flowers.
After hearing this story, my daughter replied, it’s so sad.
I said it is, and I told them to look closely at the petals shaped like little blue tears.
While they were looking deep into the flowers, I said, don’t ever get to close to the water because you could fall in and drown, even the strong knight could not escape being killed by the water. Those petals are his tears, for losing his love and life. Remember the brave and noble knight, and never get to close to the river. Then with a fading echoing voice, I said, forget -me- got, forget- me- not....

I told my children this story to scare them away from the river’s edge so they wouldn’t fall into the water, and drown.
It worked! They never stood or played too close to the river’s edge again.
kara towe

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Rwanda 1994

The Kagera River rises in Burundi blue
It sweeps down from the highlands green.

But then why the river runs red?
Why does it look so sinister?

It hauls the bodies of the dead
Its currents carry your sister.

The Kagera River rises in Burundi green
It flows wild to Lake Victoria blue.

But then why the river runs red?
There is no change in the weather.

Yet on the waters float the dead
The currents carry your father.

The Kagera River rises in Burundi white
It drags trees and elephant grass green.

But then why the river runs red?
The day sunny like another.

Yet the streams tow and haul the dead
The currents carry your brother.

The Kagera River rises in Burundi blue
It flows through Rwandan gorges green.

But then why the river runs red?
Why does the village camp smother?

It hauls the corpses of the dead
The currents carry your mother.
Paul Hartal

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