The river

That we swam across

And the river 

That is now 

We are crossing

Have different islands

Of passions, ironies,

Independence and impediments

Those were the days of spring 

And today leaves have started falling

The river that was carrying the green 

On its waves 

The river now is strewn with 

Yellow and dark red leaves

And the dried shanks of bones 

They look young too 

Because they are floating and wet

And sparkling in the water

Of the setting sun!

Even today the birds perched

(The same young birds of the spring)

Are singing on these islands

Even today when the time is on the run!