The gurgling brook like a child,
so cute 'n' lovely and yet mild.
From top of cliffs and hill,
roaring down the ridges - just feel.
Across nooks, corners slipping down,
far away from the edge of town.
Across moss, lichens and fern,
music of nature that we learn.
With rocks and stones it clashes,
with thundering roar it splashes.
Towards the plain it slows down,
flowing smoothly like silken gown.
Along the paddy field it runs,
mostly straight with seldom turns.
In it kids jump and play,
a carefree life - I should say.
The brook also is gay 'n' merry,
as it crosses the grove of cherry.
The brook like serpent on its way,
meet thee Sea - I sincerely pray.
Prasenjit©1997-2010
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