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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

THE RIVER

The river runs along the slope 
Calm and serene with all the hope 
Flowing waters sound magical whispers 
Reeds, algae and the lustrous wonders 
Delirious birds serenade the trees 
That sway gently in the cool breeze 
Sunlight shines on the morning dew 
As the rain falls, leaves grow anew 

The river flees away from the slope 
Runs on, dreams, brimmed with hope 
What does it want, why does it bleed?
Would it get that in the lonely field?
Happiness eludes along the way 
But bursts over in the final day 
Embraces them all, they're everywhere 
Those waves of love are only there

1 comment:

Aditi said...

Both the poems are very beautiful, with an intricate design of words!