On the unseen river

   Parthajit Borah

Flowing endlessly  as dreams are floating  in the hope of spring.
Would you be the  ripples closer to the banks like perennial love to me.
Never did the sun shine before.
Flowers seem sleep beautifully
 on my spirit or the soil of lea.
Temples , church, Masjid all have
accused of blasphemy.
 My enthusiasm did love seal.
Half sunk houses rose over fog
 Lost beauty at the cry of every visitors.
Exchange of heart at the rate of dream
Bargaining the price of longing .
Chaser of morning wind melts at the
heat of sighness,
If I were you I would disturb the hills,
the dry rocks whose luscious sights
smash every your appeal.