One poem by Anamika Mishra

Standing by the Edge of the River

                                                                                                                    

The inebriated flow

Of the river

And its cooling-

Calming edge

And the passé

Bridge nearby

Filled with

Engineering great— arts of beauty

Basal:

Mending of masons,

Laborers' duty,

Trails of trains … stretching

Into the looming hazy dusk …

All of which

Have been the greatest inspiration

And motivation

For me.

Awful amenities 

Of wisdom

And ken!

While all of these

Remind me

Of an evening, of the end

Of my days,

And I think of an eternal slumber,

The river calls me

To get into it!

It says, "Only for a while, you'll drown.

Then nobody can stop you from floating."

"Come into the centre," says the bridge,

"And connect

Sensations with soul;

I'll teach you how! And connect you

With the things

You've never been connected with."

"I'll never betray you," say the trails

Of trains gone to the sublime—

Lost in amazing

Love of art,

"Your own peace

Will bring peace, giving birth to

Love of peace!" 

ANAMIKA MISHRA, a multi-lingual aspiring poet and writer, comes from Birjung, Nepal. A graduate in English literature from Pokhara University, she has recently started writing and contributing to several online magazines and national dailies, working alongside as a teacher. She blogs at http://anamikamishra.wordpress.com.