THE RIVER
A gentle breeze
making ripples in the river.
A boy sits on the shore,
enchanted.
shuffling pebbles in his hands.
The river, unmindful
flows; calm and serene
shimmering with life.
He can't touch the water,
Tantalus of sorts.
A pebble is thrown,
Ripples and Splashes.
Water glistens on his skin,
then it is gone.
The river moves on,
sharing no more of its essence.
The boy... transfixed,
Waits,
for the river to change course
and drown him in its flow.
Witnessing the life of his longing,
he waits.

- Vaibhav Sharma