Frozen River

I walk along that flexural road, slowly with sorrow; Frozen frost covered wounds, froze my trembling feet. I’m standing in the river, waiting for the last judgement, I, am the river- The river is I. Snowflakes, covered frosts, one by one, The river roars, laments, sobs, weeps, silent. Snowflakes, frosts and ice, flurries in white. Passengers walk over the river without any marks, they say- “The winter is coming! The river is in deep frozen, you can come and across here!” Horses’ hoofs step on the river, they say— “Winter is here! Come and across here, the river is in deep frozen!” Rainfalls rush into river, but surface is frozen. “It won’t flow anymore!” Passengers say— So do I. Thunders hit on the river, ice ripped , you, with your fathomless eyes. I am free from trammel—- The river flows, And so it goes.