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The Stream


The stream,
flows happily...

Gushing and meandering
through the mountains and plains
passing the big stones,
jumping onto the smaller ones
Spraying and splashing
in day it’s her shine
at night the sound
that leaves all spellbound.

Uncaring and unnerved by
the boulders,
the trees and
even the roads built over her.
She flows on
turning from a waterfall
to a stream to a waterfall again.
laughing and moving ahead.
STOP her and she turns,
taking a new path!

Passing the fields
the mountains
the villages
soothing one and all
by her magical gait.
Moves on undeterred
till she merges
happily losing her identity
and becoming one
with the river!

The stream
like the spirit and the soul
like a carefree teenage girl
hops, skips and jumps…
dancing to the tunes
of time
till she finds her abode!

The stream, 
flows happily!!


© Shubhra 3rd Sep 2012 (en-route village Turtuk, Laddakh)

Comments

Suma said…
The Stream knows it just has to flow. That is her essence. So what is our essence? Also to flow.
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