This poem draws its inspiration from an African proverb that says, “Two waterfalls never hear each other.”

I was struck by the depth hidden in this simple image—two magnificent forces of nature, once part of the same river, now separated by their own fall, unable to hear one another’s song. In that silence, I saw a reflection of human relationships; how love begins in oneness, flows with shared rhythm, but sometimes diverges under the weight of ego and pride.

Through this poem, I’ve interpreted the proverb in my own way exploring the journey from unity to separation, from murmurs to silence, and the quiet hope of returning to oneness once again.

Two Waterfalls

Far away, where we began together,
in love—a single source of oneness—
we flowed through the ebbs and surges,
with tender fervor,
listening to each other’s murmurs,
singing the symphony
of our sacred love,
a gushing river as one.

Until—
a boulder of burdened egos
split our course,
and we fell apart,
twin waterfalls
unable to hear each other.

From afar, onlookers romanticize
our separate cascades,
never knowing
the lost murmurs,
the silenced whispers we once shared.

Yet—
as time bends
and wisdom softens stone,
perhaps the river will return us,
closer,
where ego’s rocks are shattered
and silence sings again—
a single symphony,
a gushing river,
flowing as one.

This post is part of the Blogchatter Half Marathon.

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