MY      CHILDHOOD     RIVER

My  child  hood  river
holding  my  mother's   hand
as  vast  as  an  ocean  , it  would  seem !

Beyond ,
the  endless  sky
whispering  to  a   horizon  thin - and
on my side , the  coconut , mango and  palm
shaking  their  leafy  wild  heads  like  playful - children !

On  the  distant  mid-river  
boat - man's  resounding  'Bhatiali  river- song '
and  playing -wind  with  puffed  up  sails
Even  in higher  up  Sky
the  saintly  floating  clouds  robed  in  white !
I  would  be  transformed  and  trans-fixed  -as  if
in  strange  expanding  thoughts  !