ramesh rai (13.12.1955 / howrah)

A dry rivulet remembers her days
when it was the spring of her life
the rivers then tried to put her in bosom
any meadows were made fertile

Children came to bath and play
cattle came to quench their thirst
birds came to make a dive
the rivulet was in her full youth
like a damsel of paradise

Realm of the rivulet was quite verdant
plethora of her beauty attracted all loving guys


After every spring, autumn comes
made her to suffer from low - esteem
her tears have been swallowed
not left to shed for even a drop

My poetic heart finds a dropp of tears
to lend on her dry eyes
to shed on her bygone days.