Birth Of A Stream Poem by Sanjay Mehta

Birth Of A Stream



Exhausted
Cannot add to its weight
Allows the golden rays
Help shed its weight
Gathers courage at its base
Embraces and moves in embrace
Imbibing the qualities of yore
Hopping as a Dear in the Ashram
Free from fear
In joyous mood
Blindly makes a flush
That youthful vigour
Pristine and majestic in content.

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