Meanders....

Like a river and not a ravine,
it flows, goes and tows.
the generosity of love,
in this world, Your Holy Shrine.


Travelling through the wide lands,
the forests and mountains
cutting through the rocks,
and seeping through the sands.

Who stops you?
Why don't you stop?
Do you grow old?
But, I do,  like a haggard beau!

Just when obstacles show you down,
you create shapes like the ox-bow,
you do look lovely even then,
seems you have shades to show!

One day you will meet your end,
just like all do,
you will bury yourself
in the lap of the seas,
after all death is certain and true.

Death is not what makes you shine,
its you identity, entity
of passing through the obstacles
creating ripples, on everything you touch
your love, care, help; you so kind!

Trees need you, animals do too
but, who remembers your story
that you were brave
to pave your way through!

You have no weapons,
then how do you fight?
I know, it's your shower of love,
strength, glory and might.

Flow till you bury,
life isn't long
but, a life lived for others,
'is worth it'
is glorified in your song!