Webs in the pith - Long sweet memories

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