Treasure Island

Sadvansha Munshi

(24th March'99 / Kanpur)

Glowing Water


The limpid splash,
Flowing down the pinnacle.
It went up and plash
O, what a miracle!

Flowing free so flawless,
Cannot be ceased.
No agony only solace,
Rectitude cannot be decreased.



Sparkle and shine,
Or call it a glitter.
That cannot be confined;
Everywhere, the glowing water!



A home to many,
It is where the divine fish live in.
Still it is used recklessly,
Committing such a horrible sin.

Don't let it get defunct,
In our life, it is indispensable!
All of a sudden it shrunk,
Don't make it more critical.



Sparkle and shine,
Or call it a glitter.
That cannot be confined;
Everywhere, the glowing water!

Submitted: Monday, February 03, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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