The Rivers..

When thousands of fireflies, Light up the dark nights, Near the Banks of river of Nile, The shadows formed from the illusion, Can’t match up with the dark delusion, That clouded around as the partition, Is people’s power an imagination? When we are dipped in the chocolate cognition, Of variable doctrines that speak of finalism, When the livings are the ones have to live in pacifism, The life after death seems to be the notorious idealism, Even the full moon can light up the half world in mesmerism, No one wears the panty hose and long johns, To protect themselves from the evil eyes, The waves of the oceans are active, To lick the lands of the barren feet, While the human arise to be on the streets, Fighting for their rights which are denied, When the fireflies are replaced with, The constitutional sun, the peace may prevail, But the basic needs are compromised to feed a few, On the banks of rivers which nourish the lives, Look..Thames is quiet fixed with London eyes, yet to be checked for astigmatic long short sightedness.