A Lonely River

A lonely river in a dusty plain
Making a pattern of watery chain
Goes on for as far as eyes can see
For eternity into the distant sea

Does not know the very banks
Protecting it with supporting flanks
Even the lone companion is unknown
The sun who has come and gone

Without any words or even a salutation
In the long journey of its salvation
To its lord the mighty sea
That blesses it with gratitude and glee

On completing the journey alone
Without any help or a guiding stone
On and on for years at times
Fighting solitude, silence and rough climes

The goal was worth the arduous trail
The shores washed in the Holy Grail
Welcomed it into its mighty fold
To live there for ever and never get old


Ritu Raj

Rain

Bathing the trees drenching the earth
Washing Sarcasm bringing in mirth
In the long dry days of simmering heat
Here comes the rain to the clouds’ beat

Blinding the sun with a dusty gale
A prelude of vitality to things went pale
Riding on the backs of tumultuous clouds
Some times alone at time in crowds

Starts with a gentle drizzle pampering the plains
The drops cleansing the summer stains
Many a things died waiting for the show
But still others receiving the energy to grow

With the stout clouds blockading the sun
Rain keeps pouring and brook start to run
Quenching the thirst of the dry parched land
Floats in gaiety even the last grain of sand

It pours from the sky and they grow from the earth
A new ring of life a lively nature’s girth
Life flows in rivers in form of the waves
And he will grow greatest the most who saves