Rowing On River Nile

It's also nice to listen to the sound of the waves every morning,

Especially when our hearts are drenched with stings,

Strange as it can be when you cling,

Now I know why you flap your wings, 

Looking back when we first met twenty years ago, it's your dark, innocent and lovely eyes that lured me into your eternal embrace. 

Your silky, long, jet-black hair sparkled in the morning sun, and your fair skin tantalized me. You had smiled when some colorful butterflies fretted nearby, hopping on the crimson and pink rose flowers,

Your eyes met mine, and heavens plummeted!

I held my breath as you walked by delicately, going for a dip in the longest river in the world,

The Nile is where the earliest civilization had begun. Every day, its dark grey steely waters funnel out of Lake Victoria, traveling thousands of miles to the faraway lands beyond the Sudan and Egypt.

On this river, Mahatama Gandhi was interred here at its source, forever, intertwined with the mysteries of River Ganges and Indus. 

Though I still hold on to my firm belief that we will be married one day, your father, the biggest sugarcane planter dissed me. To him, it's a clash of cultures and subcontinents.

Ours is a forbidden and closeted love, we have hidden for so long, fearing the repercussions yet love is God-given!

Let's row the Nile and never return, it will be worth the risk and we will be free forever. The hidden boy, our dark secret, yearns for our final reunion as a family.