It gurgled through stones,
Fell in small falls,
Washing the banks nearby,
Animals quenching their thirst,
Making the mountain side green
Forever for long,
Birds singing on the branches,
Looked at it un merriment,
Butterflies, bees flying over it,
The stream seemed
Like it fell from heavens,
To nurture the earth,
It was of course a heaven,
On earth wherever
It flowed by, bedecked
By wild flowers on both sides,
It is sure a life maker
And a life supporter,
But its course decided
By modern man
But wold in his thoughts and actions.
Ravikiran Arakkal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem