Surfing the memory of Henry Hudson you are,
Shifting smartly,the mood of your flow as you go;
You do not sever but merge magnificently,
The dreams and fantasies of folks that live
In the cities,on either side of your borders.
The Dutch would have dared to name you
As the North River,on assumptions of theirs;
But you will ever remain The Rhine of America.
A couple of tunnels pierce through your form
Masking your presence in a hide and seek game;
Paddling of ducks on their regular diurnal cruise
Put up a show of zeal on your fluid feathers;
Ferrying in your zones for a purpose and pleasure
Fits into your flow towards favoured destinations.
The Historic Bridge hailing the grand sire’s name
Crosses gallantly your territory on a two tier traffic,
Lifting your tidal waves to new enchanting peaks.
The luminous row of towers of the New York City,
Stand and serve as stationary fireworks in a galaxy
Sprinkling sparks in fine flashes on your fleeting face.
It looks as though, the towering city owes you its wonders
For transforming timelessly through telescopic visions,
The fascinating facts afar, into fables of fantastic forms.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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