Poetry : Rivers

                      Rivers

Glittering from icy glaciers,

The moonlight's pearlescent gleam,

and pristine snow,

Cascading torrents that follow,

Dazzling in the bright sunshine,

Rivers flow from heights divine.

  Emerging from the mountain's spine,

Gushing down as silvery threads,

Tumbling swiftly over strewn rocks,

torrential in the rains,

  They are the goddesses,

Whose iconic beauty has inspired,

Music and poetry.

They are the source of feminine energy,

Wise yet whimsical, Fragile yet strong,

Ever moving, never the same.

  They bring life and offer purification,

a weary groan, their echo

Reminds me of a lone river stone,

Rolled by the mountain stream,

Carried down to the endless sea.

Away from the cold, clear spring,

The familiar gravel bed of home,

Never to feel the swift current again.

Would it not yearn, yearn and yearn?

-Pankaj Mala