Everyman-s

Of my prying eyes into something
As ever never there to prospecting anything
Never here to intuiting nothing
The whole river surfing all along
The wafts of butterflying sighs
In waves of crying tears

Cry, river, cry
Cry for me, cry for my mother
My blinking eyes chasing you all along
Prying into the vase of shattering rains
In deluge of deaths unto darkness
Cry for my crying baby
Surfing in a flotilla of its own saliva
Lolling like a grasshopping aqua duct
Into the sagging breasts of the dying valley
Tears of raining waking in empires
Of my beloved smilingly forlorn
As if the delighted light coming close
To the realm of sensing nothing
Whatsoever to remain in defying refuses
Having lost the frozen sanctity
Of uneasy calm in ageing eternity

Cry, river, cry for me
Cry for my smiling mother
Cry for my crying baby
Cry, river, cry for the ageing eternity
To defy the plagues of empire.

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