The two faced river

                                                                                                                                                                                           The long uncharacteristic, meandering river                                                                                                 its tail vanishes beyond the yellow banner of the horizon.                                                                             The quiet river which is always quiet
                     never split but never equal
                     The mysterious two-faced river.
                     Summon me yonder!
                     Where fortune falls down willfully like mangoes.
                     Where grass is aromatic like fresh manna
                     where people jostle through heaps of treasure
                     spoored from the magical two faced-river
                     The mother of fraternal twins.
                     Patchy, scruffy and ill grass
                     signifies a dying, old man
                     whose twin brother is younger than him - by almost half
                     Fraternal twins - born and still attached to the same mother
                     The weaker twin sends letters downstream
                     but the brother turns a blind eye
                     Replies cannot go against the currents
                     Its just laughter of a frowning face
                     against laughter of a smiling face.
                     The river remains mysterious
                     Two-faced river
                     A mother of fraternal twins.