h THE RIVER A gentle trickle or a noble slide, A cool breeze or a turbulent tide; Or else a rush of seasonal rain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Histories and mysteries shrouded in bed, Battles and wars made them red; A fluid culture bereft of stain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Abodes of creatures of various kinds, The crests and troughs of wavy binds; The periodic waves never go in vain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Buzz, bloom , blossom on the banks, Paths and pebbles of riverean ranks; Soils and soles develop and drain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Lyrics , lyres and lures in the core, Patches and pools for hearts to adore; Oft they kiss a cosy tough terrain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Cultures construe civilisations condense, They breathe bliss through forests dense; Words and wishes brighten the brain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Weeps over the wills of polluting masses, Froths and fumes over floating carcasses; The floods and falls have a salient strain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Fogs mists vapours and the cloud, A scientific temper that bubbles aloud; A joyous gift for the sane and insane, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Whispers , whistles , works and wades, Rattles, runs, ruins, rejuvenates and raids; The simple harmonics complex in disdain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Shines as silver in the shades shallow, Feels the fields of continuous fallow; The deep patches have a green grain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Loves to look at areas upon its brinks, It travels, traverses, tramps and thinks; Elations and emotions of life in its veins, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Its apparent end in seas or oceans, Auspicious origin in the lively notions; Hills and vales or the crowded plain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. Eternal eulogies of the shifting sands, Amazing apologies of the human bands; Fashions and fascinates the inner main, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. The warm shakes and the cool shivers , Unfortunate are nations scarce in rivers; Philanthropic philosophies in musical strain, The flow mirrors pleasure and pain. T.P. DUBEY I. F. S. Deputy Conservator of forests
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:17:17 +0000
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