The River Of Joy Poem by nithya raghavan

The river made out of rain drops,
That fall separately and join
Together, in their ultimate
Heaven, cupped by soil,
Silently flows dreamily,
Looking at the thoughtful sky.
Enviously, looking at the,
White pigeon, that poises,
On the grass to drink,
The transparent potion of nature,
I silently think,
“oh river of joy!
Bathe me in your richness,
Which I never acquired,
Even after getting gold bars.
Purify me in your submissiveness,
Which was innate in you,
Even before the stones,
Attempted to make their
Footprints on you.
Flow into my soul,
And with your clean hands,
Wipe the floor,
Of all dirt that,
Destroyed the window of eye,
Making it blind to,
The bouquet of marigold.
Live in me, forever,
As dawn brings about,
A breeze that makes,
Sand from the desert
Fly, like free birds,
Swindled by the storm.
Oh river! Live in me,
Even as my presence,
Is stolen away from me,
Let me see,
The eyes of the spring,
That hides behind,
Leafless trees in,
Every dark winter! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ”