The River
climbing over small rocks
shattering on the bigger ones
towards the mighty ocean
The river rippled incessantly..
Sometimes muddy with sorrow
Sometimes roaring like a maniac..
Sometimes as calm as a stoic
breathing tiny rhythmic waves
When the trees on the banks
Shower flowers upon her
She, with an alluring smile
swaggers along her course..
And when the flirtatious wind
roam around blowing and whistling
She plays along naughtily
with her tantalizing laughs ...
The stones and garbage
that were thrown onto her
she kept them buried deep ..
Enduring the abuse and
never once looking back,
the odyssey continues...
Scarred, soiled or stained
the river flows her course
To flow is the essence
of her very existence..
To break and get lost into
the vastness of the ocean,
the ultimate dream...
Preetha Raj
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