RAN ALONG THE RIVER
R. T. DESHPANDE
I ran along the river
Singing the song of many streams –
Sometimes golden in their moods,
Sometimes looking back at the hill
Where awoke the first dreams
Calling the birds of the bright valley
To give wings to bodiless trance,
Under the calm of the moon’s silver,
Or in meadows where no thought intrudes,
They seemed with hourlessness my joys to fill.
I ran along the river
Until my shadows I could no more see;
South-eastward rushing through the day,
And even by the thickening night
When no star poured his delight
Bringing from the name of the sky
To me the blue of the far-away.
I reached the Invisible’s sea