Moon River
The rivers call out to me.
Like the noses of wolves
to the shining moon.
The lapping waters whisper
what the winds bring me -
like messengers
with hand-drawn postcards
of separation.
The rivers dance
its temptress dance
invitingly
to send chills up my back
my body arched
my toes cringed
between gasps.
The rivers will leave
drift away
into the open salt waters
where they will dissolve
desolate.
And I will be standing at the shores,
heartbroken.
Because what we lose, we will always find at sea.
NISRIN AZIZ is a freelance writer and poet from Bangalore. She loves purple things, witty sentences and her puppy dog. She dreams of sampling the world like a slinky on glucose. And therefore, she's a workaholic at 24, saving every bit she makes so that she can eventually take off on a one way ticket to...
