Rushing through the rocks, clear smooth water flows,
Like on a mission, making way on its own.
Raging, roaring, splashing, it gives way to the earth,
A fresh smell lingers as it runs down the edge.
Sunlight falls on the river stones,
Birds whistle as the sparkling water flows.
Sound deafening as thunder, chasing sticks and leaves,
To swallow the Milky Way, a pool waits at its feet.
It has no beginning, it has no end,
Drops of water plunging over the bend.
A serene and breathtaking sight from afar,
Indeed a spectacle and a traveller’s dream.
©2018 Shreya Shah