Saturday, November 24, 2012

The Tender Brook

Flow away, flow away, oh tender brook,
over rocks and grass, hills and vales,
making a way where none could make.

Flow away, flow away, oh tender brook,
gurgling with joy, slithering like a snake,
winding your way where none could make.

Flow away, flow away, oh tender brook,
bounding along with invisible legs,
cooling the earth with your fresh breath.

Flow away, flow away, oh tender brook,
kissing a grass here, slapping a stone there,
meeting another brook flowing elsewhere.

Flow away, flow away, oh tender brook,
into the wild woods which are never yet tame,
unaware of the ferocious gaze,
Flow away, flow away, oh tender brook.




© 2012 Abhijit Pandit