River Usk

A stream with unpredictable flow

Moving in opposite directions

Depending upon the tide in the sea

Slim and calm at times

Exposes its bare muddy skin beneath

Storage of balls, cycles, bottles, and junks

Many people had their stuffs falling by chance

And just watched them moving away

As it was risky to retrieve

With the thick mud acting as hindrance

Boats stacks up in mud here and there

Away from its dock

It reminds me of lost boats in deserts

They get back to the shore

When water rises again

At night it flows in its full glory

With big belly burgeoned by tides

Glamorized by the lights on the shore

I try to see, which direction it is flowing

Every other day, before crossing the bridge

Sometimes, I just look at its silence

Through the big windows at university

Sometimes I sit on the bench

On the walkway, just to feel the wind

And to listen to the heart of the river

It’s peaceful to sit and read at night

Underneath the streetlight

With the river giving a nice company

Along with the freezy wind and stars 

I have found a friend in this lazy and frenzy river

Images: Thanks to google images & various websites.