A tiny trickle from the melting snow,

A gush of water from the womb of  earth

,A deafening fall from the mountain top,

Turning into a smooth soft flow  of water.   


Glistening in the sun in the golden mornings,

Reflecting moonbeams in the moon- lit nights

,Each star reflecting in my crystal clear waters,

Keep moving wherever my sweet will takes me.   


I leave behind verdant woods, lifeโ€™s congregations,

Vast alluvial lands that have sustained generations,

With myriad species of crops  I fill field and gardens,

My shores make history and develop  civilisations .           


*My shores teem with life and all thatโ€™s beautious,

Beware! Yet I can be furious and dangerous,

Donโ€™t have a misconception  about  your sins

 ,And donโ€™t fill me up with all dirt and pollutants.      


Slowly ,steadily I move to reach my object,

Inspiring every soul what they start to achieve

What you start once ,never you should leave ,

Even the tiniest step will take us to our target.


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Written by Sarita Khullar

Sarita Khullar is a retired associate professor in English from Hans Raj Mahila Mahavidyalaya, Jalandhar. She loves poetry and fiction. She also likes birds, flowers, animals, and humans.

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