The River and I

She flows like an honest song,
With the rhythm of life off and on.
Giving relief to millions,
She has not rested for past so many eons.

Her pearly azure blue eyes,
Have helped alike the fool and the wise.
Unfeigned she flows with her dance,
Creating infinite magic and romance.

Seeing her I feel,
My age is a short reel.
With not so much of burden,
No worries, I see her to be coen.

She washes all the malice,
Gulps it down like a cup of lees.
She is so incredibly tolerant,
Putting us humans down to shame's torrent.

The witness of births and deaths,
She is moving on with fresh breaths.
No alas and mournful sighs,
In her the suns set and also rise.

Love of young couples, fights of the old,
On her banks, it's only joy and all sorrows sold.
For she is meaning which we humans miss,
Every moment we should live like an innocent kiss.

Yes, she does brings unknown death knells,
But also in her meanders, can we ring joy's bells.
She is certainly not a mystery so tough to crack,
But a creation of Almighty who smiles, cries and comes back.