By Pilly Madhulika Sree
From lofty peaks where the mountains soar,
A drop of water begins its lore.
Pure and free, it tumbles down,
Carving paths through rock and ground.
Like a newborn soul, fresh with light,
The journey starts in morning's height.
Untouched by sorrow, untainted by fear,
Its purpose unknown, yet its vision is clear.
It gathers strength in brooks and streams,
Widening out, chasing vivid dreams.
Through meadows lush and forests deep,
It learns to rush, it learns to leap.
In its youth, the river roars,
Eagerly seeking distant shores.
It meets the world with boundless grace,
No obstacle too great to face.
But as it flows, it twists and bends,
Its course uncertain, though it still ascends.
Through valleys low and mountains steep,
It learns that not all paths are neat.
Like human life, the waters flow,
Through joy and pain, through high and low.
Each bend a lesson, each turn a test,
To shape the journey, to seek what’s best.
At times it stumbles, at times it slows,
Yet in its depth, its purpose grows.
For every storm and rocky fall,
It finds the strength to stand tall.
And when at last, it nears the sea,
A vast expanse, wild and free,
It understands, in a final glance,
Life's beauty lies in every chance.
The river, now calm, meets the ocean’s embrace,
Its journey fulfilled with steady grace.
And like the water, we too will find,
Our paths shaped by heart and mind.
For in every stream, every wave, every tide,
There’s a story of life, of how we glide.
From mountain peaks to ocean-wide,
In the flow of time, we learn to abide.
By Pilly Madhulika Sree
Excellent
Keep rocking!!