Across the black water brook,
Along the low lying bridge,
As it flows I trudge,
Is it babble or wail?
I hear as I trail
I hear as I trail
About the clear stream
That it was in its glorious past.
Had it got tongue,
Words would have been etched with pain,
In ink of tears!
(The pic above is a character in Kathakali, usually representing melancholy.)
