Water Poem by Sanjay Mehta

Amidst the hills
Just there
Where they meet the plains
Sat
After the downpour
Glissade of virile
Touching, caressing
Crashing, forcing
Bending around
Obstacles
Tossing and lapping
Treading on paths untread
Its sweet musicial notes
For centuries
Imprints left
But never hath
In journey
Till date
Its meaning left.
Can crash with force
Embrace the impact
Resist not
Only flows
Softly gently
Tears the stone
Not be tamed
For it goes
Where it goes
Tame not
For it will go
Where it wishes to go
Nothing in end
Science
Or
What we call development
Can withstand
Its patience.