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I sat silently by the riverside

Trying hard my sorrows to hide

'twas the eventide.... he came

sat by me ; clad in fiery orange

"I'm scared ! I fear your rage

You'll burn me ! your caress will be hot !"

Came a voice almost a whisper "Fear not"

The whisper made me open my eyes

The setting red sun was beside

I melted in his warm cool glow

My sorrows fled ... I had no woe

My friend bade goodbye and slipped down

Into the water.. I felt though I lost a crown

The d-a-r-k-e-s-t night followed next

I couldn't see my way back home

The trees' silouhettes I began to fear

Began to wish for the dawn so dear

The night was l--o--n--g ; I gazed at the stars

Tween me and them seemed no bars

I fumbled,groped all night on the dark river bank

Whom should I blame else whom should I thank ?

Who gave me the words to paint the night at the river?

One more garland I owe - worth a measly fiver

© Bishwanath Mukherjee