River, mother for the indefinite, Untouched forever, Wandering in search of knowns no good, Other pursuits are the blackholes now, wants to reside, Become cloud in a life full of suns, Vehicle to carry feelings from village to ocean, between lilies of Monet’s painting, In revolution of chameleons, Or wear permanent cloth of a bee Not in someone’s yearning, (Selected by Biraj Dixit) ■