Riverside At Chiplima Poem by ritty patnaik

the soft murmur,
of the river, in its flowing water
passed over, pebbles
and slated stones
for ages there,
at chiplima.
the water lapping, and gurgling,
with innocense of child,
rounding the edges of rough stones,
to silky smoothness,
of a polished artefact.,
ready for display.

stunning sight of
huge rounded rocks,
on the river bed,
telling stories of their
weatherbeaten days,
which fotunately smoothened
their lives, to perfection,
of glazed beauty,
colour to match the
myraid moods of
flowing water,
moving hurriedly
towards destination.

the mind overflows
with words,
the heart glows,
with transfixed sights,
captured in the camera of senses,
written in diary of happiness,
to be viewed in sad moments,
bringing to life
a flicker of joy.