THE MYSTIC RIVER

The river was flowing 
To look in the mirror of her Dreams 
To write poem with waves 
To quench the thirst of life 
But today 
She has no dreams
Coveting for the life that someone has stolen 
No tears to cry
Being in tears
For the stolen life 
Remaining 
Her vain desires 
That destroyed by someone
The river flowed again 
To make her dreams flow 
To wipe her tears 
To take back her stolen life

Born and brought up in Kerala, Athulya K R is currently studying Journalism and Mass Communication in Nitte Institute of Communication, Mangaluru.