The River
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
The felicity of river when runs untamed and wild
Unshackled and unchained to meet the vast brine
No rocks, no crevasses, no gorges can contain
No vessel should dare bound it from stream
When stationed, it stales, it weeps to be free
If it lands ashore into realms not known
Will turn it green or flood the pastures serene
Her angst and cheers are extreme and infinite just like her road
She is best a traveller, who seeks to learn
With her flows the memories she amassed on her ferry rides
Rough sands and grains with time she lets slip through
The pearls of wisdom she holds onto
What she keeps running from? Is it her beginning?
In search of inevitable with no plans of pausing
What she keeps running to? The deep force that attracts us all
The Love she seeks all her life to belong!
Runs deep through caves, caverns and mounts
Cares not what comes, always finds her way out
Very pure and clear, can see the life and rocks in its deep
Some call it shallow yet are drowned with its ebb
The tumbling river never stands or still
Sculpts its way to the joys it seeks
It falls, it whirls and winds up on its way
To live and learn from the continuity of life its blessed
