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River Lilies

Saw a boy three lilies white,
Lilies in the river,
Half heart-open to the light,
Full of golden arrows bright,
Each a silver quiver.
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.

Said the boy, “I’ll pluck you there,
Lilies in the river!”
Said the lilies, “If you dare
You shall drown, or homeward fare
Dripping and a-shiver!”
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.

Wilful still the boy would clasp
Lilies in the river;
Tumbled in ere he could grasp,
Scrambled out with puff and gasp,
Plucked no lilies ever.
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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by the river

By The River.
At the estuary of the Amazons the water is muddy and shallow and
there are no undercover bosses, pretending to be one of the people
who live in houses on stilts on the small islands where the river
meets the sea, blends and loses its power; for those who have sailed
the oceans no river is big. On the delta, of the great river, live people
who get their income from fishing they are poor yet free from prying
bosses those who buy the river and the sea for exploitation and make
people into low paid worker; destitution without pride.

Every group of houses on the islands have a shop that sells sweets,
cigarettes and Coca Cola, the fisherman smokes, children drink cola,
America΄s cultural export reaches every corner of our cerulean orb,
Camel is a brand not an animal, Winston is a night riding cowboy.
This means nothing for the people here, who try to catch the Boto,
(pink river dolphin) which is rich in protein and tastes good.
oskar hansen

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Shadow Of The River

As I look around under the shady trees breezy atop the river
Even as the shadows of the tree are seen in it like a mirrror
My curious nature got more of me as i ask myself where is the shadow of the river?
Why does it create shadow for other nature like itself and keep its own shadow hidden?

I said to myself as I look into the river, a glared around into the forest and its horror
And it becomes clear to me that Even the river brings calmness to evil wherever it finds itself.
So i found my answer.
The shadow of the river is in its calmness, the gentle flow that puts your heart to rest even when it overwhelms you.
Its contradiction to body temprature and yet so agreeable.
Under the shady leaves and the calmness around, i have found the shadow of the river.
yewande adedokun

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The River that is no more

Decades three and half gone by
The last flood of the river that is no more I recall
Till then the river called NEVA if not perennial
Flowed calmly eight to ten months every year
A source of life for hundreds of acres
Spreading to its length both the sides
Wells in the villages never went dry
With abundant springs originating from the river
In the rainy seasons the furious Neva
Flooded the village lands with minimum damages
Canals on both sides carried the waters
Catered the needs of cultivable lands
Childhood memories still lingers in the mind
In the seasons after the rains
Fun and pleasure were our bathing times
Young and old flocked to the river
To take a bath in crystal clear waters
Alas! The nemesis started from early eighties
Effluents from the nearby sugar factory
Entered the river erasing its entity
Perennial is the flow of waste
That seeped into the deep soils
Spoiling the springs that catered the wells
Leaving the waters unfit for use
With pungent smell piercing the nostrils
Not lagging behind politicians of local fame
Grabbed the lands of catchment areas
Allowed colonies for their cronies
With water sources going dry
Only a narrow stream left in between
To flow the wastes of factories nearby
A deep sigh with heavy heart
Only tribute paid for the dead river!
Somanathan Iyer

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