A Word from a Rivulet
A Word
from a Rivulet
Gleesome on unknown paths I was astray,
The awful rigors of tumults I didn’t betray
Roving and absorbed, I darted a look afar,
A thunderous squelch; didst my nerves jar.
A noisy rivulet rushed
meandering nearby,
Turning about I riveted my
thoughtful eye
On the rowdy flow, hinting the clue to life,
In stirring waves and their incessant strife.
The gushes and whirls; and never at rest,
Rumbling and bouncing, the rocks to test
The vitality of life, pulsating up and down
Head foremost to bang, to win the crown.
Notwithstanding impediments, it braves
Mountains, hillocks, rigid rocks and caves,
Tossing, curving, its waves bouncing high
On arid planes and desserts, one must vie?
Moon and stars dancing on heaving waves
Picture elegance; who’s beauty but raves!
Trees and twigs, similes of foliage and flora,
The rhythmic music and captivating aroma.
Together; one missive stealthily they convey,
Of courage, perseverance to the mind astray,
“In the wasteland alone, toiling day and night,
Meandering silent; who will my efforts write?”
“O human kind! Paint my life in travails indeed,
In bountiful closures, to pipe thru lire and reed,
Rouse the slumbering with the inspiring waves,
A secret! Unfurl it; and let light lace the graves”
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