Who lives in the present?

Who has time to turn

Pages of tomes of history?

Turning back?

Far better is to jump

Headlong into the fast flowing

Silver life-river,

Beckoning with shimmering bands,

Flowing in cold fluid veins

Glowing warm force of life-

Happiness forms the drops.

Happy flows the river.


Sandstone, massive pillared

Buttressed sides of tall

Walls of palaces grand,

Decking the ghatscape crescent;

Arc that runs yet stays

Runs along the river; stays

Fixed forever.

Happiness fills the grains –

Waves that glow in the sun,

Glow like the river in front,

Kissed by the rising sun.

Stone carved delicately,

Fragile, glass like flow

The liquid curves

On poetry petrified.



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