Rivers, rivulets and streams
Are roving nomads on
earth.
Where do they then
reach?
Rivers and rivulets, the
Veins and arteries cart blood to
Mother Earth’s organs.
Plants and sand, parched
And thirsty, beg for water, rivulets
Readily quench their thirst.
Glumness saddens mind.
Rivulets and burns drench the cheeks.
Soothing strokes solace.
Sarala.
Very nice comparison of rivers and rivulets to veins and arteries. I like that.
ReplyDeleteThank you,SG.
DeleteRoving nomads that quench thirst universally and unbiased... Beautifully composed Sarala :)
ReplyDeleteThank you,Reshma.
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem
ReplyDeleteThank you,KP.
DeleteYes you have related wel- I mean with imagination
ReplyDeleteThank you,Anil.
Deletenice poem
ReplyDeleteThank you,sm.
DeleteBeautiful connection of rivulets and mother earth.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Rama.
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