Saturday, November 21, 2009

53. The River

I give water to the thirsty
Freshness to the tired
Life to the parched soil
With love, concern and joy.

I impart coolness to the wind
That happens to cross me
I clean big and little stones
That try to block my path.

The music in my drops
Is for everyone to hear
The banks on my flanks
Are for all to relax.

I will continue to work
Day after day, year after year,
With no sign of weariness
If you show a little care
If only you let me flow.

7 comments:

Keats The Sunshine Girl said...

A river that doesn't rest, that works through the years.

Aparna said...

Packed a punch. Simple yet hard hitting lines on how we are destroying our most precious rivers.

Margaret said...

Beautiful!!

If we respect nature, it'll always repay us with it's beauty and much more.

Very nice poem Onkar.

Kadri Luik said...

Your poems are always lovely and thought worthy, I wish I had the time to stop by more often and take them all in. =)

I have an award for you here

Have a wonderful day!

Onkar said...

Kadri, thanks a lot for the award. Thanks to all others for their kind words.

exposemaximum said...

excellent

How Do said...

wow.. i loved the way u ended this piece!!