Some rivers
Some rivers never meet the ocean
despite their twirly move downwards
from the peak of the lofty cliffs.
They lose the momentum.
Some rivers slack in the lap of plains
as Krishna resting over Radha's bosom,
as some village girl
loving her only suitor.
Some rivers never leave their primitive sites
as the little stream
decorating the edges of the tiny village.
Some flow without murmur
under the sun and the moon
along the ridges and through the slits
of mountains low and high.
Some rivers die before their demise
before meeting the eternal love
The Ocean!
despite their twirly move downwards
from the peak of the lofty cliffs.
They lose the momentum.
Some rivers slack in the lap of plains
as Krishna resting over Radha's bosom,
as some village girl
loving her only suitor.
Some rivers never leave their primitive sites
as the little stream
decorating the edges of the tiny village.
Some flow without murmur
under the sun and the moon
along the ridges and through the slits
of mountains low and high.
Some rivers die before their demise
before meeting the eternal love
The Ocean!
Radha and Krishna -- Vekkas Mahalley
