Undulating river with-
The surges of silvery water embracing the gusts of wild wind,
And falling crystalline drops of rain scattering as pearls on it.
Strewn stones around water producing soothing rhythm.
All this looking as beautiful as the 'beatious forms' of Wordsworth.
With my imagining eyes,
I find you playing
with falling crystalline drops of rain,
with the gusts of wild wind
with strewn stones.
I long to become the rain drop
Which wistfully bequeaths its existence to river
And becomes its inseparable part. Like rain drop,
I too wish to bequeath my existence to YOU,
And become your ‘inseparable part’.