Kasi (4)

Rows after rows, steps rising from the river,
Rows after rows, steps falling to the same,
Rising, going westward, falling, coming – a game
Words play on life; and life, a little later

Shells the words all down, it finally leaves
Just the strong impressions, firmly etched,
Deeply carved, with colours true, fetched
From the days of old, when life was lived.

The game, when it’s over; whistles blown,
Feet when tired come over the falling steps,
Tracing back the same old worn out stone –
Steps at the end of a summer-day-long run,
Over them of a never-resting sun –
Lead them gently riverward, down the steps.

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