–by Suresh Iyer
–Reading Time – 1 min Approx
Rushing down the mountains,
it jumps with glee,
can’t wait to meet the sea!
Winds through the mountains,
forests, valleys and greens.
Fishes and insects sail along,
feeds Animals and Birds with joy.
Its color matches the sky,
pure and virgin.
Rushes through the land of man,
can’t wait to meet the sea!
Man calls it river,
makes it flow like gutter.
The sky is polluted,
the river matches the sky.
Slows down the river,
misused and abused,
Where is the sea?
It hits upon a wall,
it leaps upon and peeps.
The other side, dry and barren,
far away rests the sea.
Waits for the walls to open,
feeds the parched lands with bliss.
Winds down the offered path,
can it meet the sea?
–by Suresh Iyer
The wait for water to meet it’s tribe! Full fledged fluidity with the nuances of an exciting journey…
A good read and interesting to feel the the flow and the fall, the roar and the roll down… Unbridled yet organized in its own mood the river flows along..
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