Brook Poem by vavroovahana patra

The tiny sweet silvery brook murmurs;
She reverberates, echoes and rends the air,
With charming muttering
She flows down;
A fascination and enchantment
created nearby the town.
She, through curvy ways mingles
in the rivulet;
The stream bubbles with tremendous current.
Passes through the trees, plants and foliages as a
serpent,
For nothing of the worldly creatures she repents.
The ‘Bonny Bride’ kisses her lover;
She sleeps and rests in his lap for ever.
It’s a mystery of the great creator;
This is an eternal law of perennial Nature.