The River Flows On
By Boekhtiar
The River Flows OnHail thee of crystalline grace, That Time nor Age has erased,Thy shimmering salient weave,Thy tinkling turbulent heave,Brought tears to these old eyes,Who has but seen bitter lies.To what end does thy existence,Only to mock our persistence,In achieving the impossible,In delaying the inevitable,A tribute to youthful Dream you might say,As 'Masquerade' is the name of thy play.And so the river of Life flows on,Thy grotesque victims forever moan,Drowning in their hopeless mission,Dying in their hapless passion,Whilst these old eyes watch in regret,Doing nothing, just sit and fret. By Boekhtiar bin Borhanuddin(Circa 2001) Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 05:09 PM PST 0 • 10
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"The River Flows OnHail thee of crystalline grace, That Time nor Age has erased,Thy shimmering salient weave,Thy tinkling turbulent heave,Brought tears to these old eyes,Who has but seen bitter lies.To what end does thy existence,Only to mock our persistence,In achieving the impossible,In delaying the inevitable,A tribute to youthful Dream you might say,As 'Masquerade' is the name of thy play.And so the river of Life flows on,Thy grotesque victims forever moan,Drowning in their hopeless mission,Dying in their hapless passion,Whilst these old eyes watch in regret,Doing nothing, just sit and fret. By Boekhtiar bin Borhanuddin(Circa 2001)..."