“ Our river” - a kid’s tale

“ Our river” - a kid’s tale

 

A feeling of a kid when I was around ten

as my gratitude to our river,  now I pen.

Each feeling with the passing of time

in my heart ever often sweetly rhyme

as my gratitude and love for her

she loved and cuddled us like a mother.

Taught we 3were on the human race

how human society developed with grace.

A river along with her run

rooted in many a civilization.

Migrants from the hilly region

to ease their life, as a mission

settled on her bank all  along

availing her treasures lifelong

air water, fresh, forest, dense

with flora and fauna, immense

animals to hunt, fish to the net

for food they had not to sweat

“ No battle for food” ensured their safety

Balanced ecology kept them hale and hearty.

Born, brought up, lived on her lap,

buried also, once when all his ties snap.

Love thus they, her like their mother

she is “: Ours, they claim forever.

Till up to my ignorance stage

beyond horizons, I could not gage

my earth was limited within those two

the river bridges them was my view

Sure I was those two limits of the river

hence “ our river” I then vouched for.

 

Here is a novice attempt to dwell

what is felt by a child in a nutshell

his attempt to count her sands

or to hold her water by my hands.

She is infinite in her contribution

beauties in her, as seen and hidden

With learnings and wisdom

knew I her geography awesome

originating from saintly mountain

merging with the mighty infinite ocean

carrying many tributaries with her

branching to bless areas much wider.

on her way, bridging two horizons

everywhere, to a man all along its run.

but as a child in the composition

I take liberty with this description.

 

Reminded me I to remember

once on the bank of our river

as an infant with my mom

jumped I from her tight arm

to splash at the river water

to enact my tub bath by mother.

brought fear to my benefactors

who frightened me of alligators

Fear, they crafted in me

to ensure my  life safety

as our house being close by

apprehensions is true to sigh

 

But with age and experience

the fear I started to dispense.

as with friends, I could discover

my apprehensions, injected, is a misnomer

Enjoyed I then the time with her

with wisdom, I could discover

treasures precious and plenty

.over time scintillating scenic beauty

 

Since my school primary

till my schooling secondary

on our river, we were asked to compose

as observed and “ as one knows?

I have been seeing its fury

and with calm composure, her glory.

her flood, and villagers worry

but a unit in diversity is the end story

An evening on its bank captivates all

setting sun rising to moon us, enthrall

if would have been questioned setter

infinite will be subjected on our river

suiting to a nursery to class postgraduates

the thought-provoking theme she creates

her beauty over seasoning and a day

her ornaments on a dazzling display

reflecting the sun, and the moon in the sky

blue, yellow water, and sand raising it high.

the sound coarse and sweet on its shore

sweetening her melody touching the heart's core.

The service in her calmness as well in fury

salute we singing in praise of her glory

 

P K Routray

In the service of the Lord