From top of a mountain
a river flows
little, narrow, slow
then, it falls with mighty swallows
sharply from a peak
harshly on a hard rock’
water falls like a curtain
and, soon it takes the pace
galloping through burrows
a steep cut through this valley and that
it goes and goes… like thunder it roars
hard rock; now it’s soft,
uneven is now smooth
and many obstacles come ahead
but, it always finds its way under the moon
soon, it comes to a stable plain,
moving with content
spreads to satiate the barren land.
Now, becomes soft murmurs from a stream
soothing and a harbinger of life
takes a slow turn to complete the journey
meets the ocean.
reminiscing the adventure of its life.