The Rivulet Passing Through The Woods Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

In the woods
Between the two hills
There flows a brook
Sweetly murmuring,
Babbling by
Singing the song
Of Nature and its bounty.

The highlands and the lowlands
And into the mid between
Downs
Flows it the small brook
Silently singing
And murmuring by,
Singing the song of time.

Between the two hilly ranges,
Clusters of hills
Lies it the small brook
Flowing by,
Babbling by
And singing the song of humanity,
The passage of time.