When A River Flows Poem by Vinti Jetley

When a river flows…

When a river flows…
It carries the silt of centuries on its banks,
Its pebbles clink with a whisper of time,
It has the rage of many a wrong,
For bearing the brunt of human lows.

When a river flows…
Deep within, it hides those stories.
Which never could find the light of day,
It covers for the darkest deeds of man.
Beneath its glorious gleaming glows…

When a river flows…
It speaks to the sages that rest by its side,
It also hums to the tumultuous crowd,
And patiently waits to be heard by you,
Embrace its flow and hold it close ….

When a river flows…
Moving saga of an endless life.
A mute witness to the clamour of many.
It bears the curse of being eternal.
A story that never draws to a close.

When a river flows…
It drowns in its depth some unknown sins.
Yet pure and ethereal as the morning dew
It tosses and turns on the destiny's bed,
Hiding those lesions, which nobody knows...

When a river flows…
You owe it to her, to listen to her songs.
They carry those tunes that are meant for you.
From the rumble of past to the echo of tomorrow,
Stringing in its waves, our joys and woes.