A River Poem

Inside the river are
the sky, the cloud, and the sun.
In my hands’ bowl is the river.

If I throw up my hands,
the river spills in drops, scattering
sky, cloud, and sun all o’er me.

From my hands’ bowl, if I drink
the river, then within me,
the sun, the cloud, and the sky.

Tell me, who is in who?

poem by Mamta G.Sagar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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