Our Non-Sacred River
I too live by the river
Our river though is not sacred
It is still clean
Perhaps it's the fate of sacred rivers to be dirty
We too go to our river to swim
We don't take dips, we swim and swim till our lungs and legs can no longer hold
And we run from our river only when our mothers holler our names
There are no flowers floating in our river
No oil lamps float in our river too
We don't even leave our dead in our river
Our river is not sacred like yours
We still love our river though
It feeds us, it nurtures us
Do you think our river misses being sacred?
Do you think your river likes being sacred?
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