River

Have you ever heard the river complain?

Or stop its flow of the hurt with disdain

It meanders around the obstacles we create

Still glides through the gravel, smoothing the edge

A soothing sound proclaiming its calming nature

Sailing blossoms atop, an abundant living creature

Unless perturbed, not to cross the set boundary

Flows unhindered downstream peacefully

It does not misunderstand fleeting for the eternal

Be it any time or season of the year

Biting winter, smouldering summer, blossoming spring, rough autumn

Retains the capacity to be forever solemn

Romantic association with the pouring rains

It embraces it with wide open arms

While the brooks join it from all over

Ferociously, it flows into the sea harder

A stillness in a moment creates ripples in the next one

Assuages all the noises, silences it offers

Too much to learn, there is more than we can

A rediscovery that encompasses all

Manisha Amol