An Ode to Jamuna

The Jamuna Cries

They talk of knowing why
the Mississippi cries
Of unheard shrills and unknown woes.
Yet ask why the Jamuna cries.
Silence ... for only I am to know.

The Earth sang Her lullabies
When the Nile was still in the womb.
The Monsoons quenched Her thirst
When the Rhone trickled unassumed.
She battled a legion of tempests.
She labored under Surya's rage.
She breastfed thousand villages.
She withstood Durga's rampage.
And yet, no one saw Her eyes.
... Heard Her cries.
... Felt Her cries.
But I.
After Her long journey,
With me She sleeps.
Deep into my body,
She lays. She cries.

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