Beyond'less'...

Pointing to a distant green land,

beyond the river,

I remember once you told,

that's where you reside.

In that mid summer,

the river was just a dry sand path.

We then naturally parted.

I was again reminded of you,

when the south west monsoon started.

I rushed to get to see you.

By reaching the place of our parting,

I got to see an overflowing river,

having no banks.

Drenched under the pouring sky,

I was ought to think

one of my friends asking me a question,

'How far a lizard can run?',

without letting me to think

he answered it himself,

'Not beyond the fence...'