“You can plunge into the deeps of my blue,”

Said the musing river invitingly;

“You can on mysterious quest be with me.

My waters are sweet and scented and true,

And my moods in surprises of song grew.

Oftentimes come here affable gods when free,

And on my banks of calm collogue that to be

Is the sense of life in all life to pursue.

Into the blue depths of my sea I sink,

Such does a star into its deepening light,

Unscared, in that loneliness. More and more

To be in its zest, more and more to drink

From ancient springs brightnesses of the Bright,—

In that swell, that surge were we born of yore.”

RY Deshpande

29 July 2009