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.
Ramesh, Your poem reminds me of my bygone days in my native place in Sind (now Pakistan) .That river was so full after the rainy season that we just had the time of our lives, ejoying bathing, eating mangoes and going for a picnic; your poem is similar. I liked the words { like a damsel of paradise) . Oh! whenneth commeth those days?
a lot of thoughts about life as it really is. good write
the river of life, flowing, then ebbing! great write, poet.
Dear friend, is it all life? But I see that something deeper in the bottom of the rivulet.Nice comparison and flow is really good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery, blended with nature's beauty. Soul touching poem, your poetic heart lends a drop of tears on my bygone years as well. Really enjoyed this one. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn