"The River Remembers"

I have many names, called by humans,

But it doesn't bother me—

Because I know where my origin lies.

 I come from a majestic mountain.

 My ancestors revered it as

 A sacred mountain.

 So I have been worshipped by humans.

 From my source, I flow downward swiftly.

I carve narrow and deep channels.

If it is wide, It becomes shallow as well.

I carry a lot of stories with me,

As I witness many lives.

People think I have no feelings,

But I have a lot.

I saw a beautiful love story.

I saw a bloody war.

Both times, my tears fell red.

I saw an innocent girl’s lamentation,

When she was hunted by inhumane acts.

I cried with the weeping mother

Who screamed out in sorrow—

Because I know the loss.

Who cares for our pain? No one.

How can I say I can’t flow?

Because I am nature.


Sometimes I smiled

In a burst of deep, hearty laughter.

Sometimes I dried, completely depleted.

Off and on, I froze—

Cold enough to turn into stone.

All stories, poems, screams, lives

I kept in my core.


Don’t hurt anymore.

I want to write beautiful stories—

From my source to end.

©Eternal Bloom