In the
neighborhood, flows the river,
Smooth flow, with
bit of a quiver,
Leading its
elements as a team,
To achieve reality
of the dream(s).
To those who fail
in the heat extreme,
Extends refreshment
making their faces beam.
Sometimes standing
up to form a fall,
Compared to me,
‘tis quite tall,
After all its
bank,
In whose hands
lies the rank,
Bestowing varied
shapes on the rocks –
My pith; captures
attention with the talks.
Talent wise a
subjugator,
With me, now, a
losing competitor.
Staining
my guts I quote,
“Togetherness
started off with a pleasant note,
But
gone are those days of being together,
With
thy blown away like a light feather,
Leaving
me really desperate,
Oh!
I really hate to see you bate.
But
don’t forget, that you flow with hopes widespread,
On
me, the bank, continuing down as your bed,
Never
will I escape from the dart,
Ever
I will stick to my part."
From "Webs in the pith" - one of my initial compositions from'97
