Silent Stream Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Like the stream, it needed no announcement

Not even the seething sound among the curves

Discerning life, listening but talking questions

Or drawing fruits from ashes

Not a day could end or begin

Our acquaintance, no small matter

But like the stream, it drew and withdrew

Difference from likeness

No small matter could stand between

Or not stand the deluge

Did we take a long break?

That which took us to the pursuits

We could not have made

Otherwise, our youthful curiosity

Resting in parts, like the silent talking

That remained useful to things around

Like the stream, the effuse,

The ushering of life

Remained in muted acceptance

Of the needs and the needless

Steps, preserving but refusing

Bowing but raising to stand, seething

Like the silent stream