Bubbling and gurgling in my effervescent youth,
gracefully winding down I knew not the truth,
growing up to rumble and roll with a roar,
someday I was destined to meet the shore.
Falling over cliffs and zipping through vales,
cutting deep through rock I left wide trails,
until I could carry no more with me,
all the sand and pebbles brought forth with glee.
Thus left behind the lofty mount and peak,
Down to a meander now modest and meek,
through muddy channels I plod and streak,
the end of my voyage is the mouth of the creek.
– Narendra Nayak © 2017
