Mother of pearls

One day a valley asks her mother

Why does all people call you river?

River announces with emolliation

‘My work is to fill exfoliation’

The river further says –

I join two poles having two role

One is birth and another is soul

Imagine me without water

It’s like creature without creator.

I give my love to the beings

Who live long on this planet scenes.

I am the mother of all those pebbles and cradles

By listening not only children but live fables.

I am the progenitor of veggies and corals

Teaching to live together as morals.

My boisterous corners are symbolic

As they show the life is idyllic.

A lonely drop of water in grief and pain

My heart’s ache, shudders and I get tame.

My destiny to the ocean is not superflous

As I take all my children’s crux.

Not biased in treating my streams

Creating currents to redeem my kins.

Flood is my emotion of jignostic blithe

As new offspring come in my life’s trip.

Though my pleasure sometimes create havoc

Even in this disdain I give life’s claim.

Drought for a season leads my life without reason

As my drops do not comes to celebrate the fission.

My depth of heart sequesters all the secrets

As a mother loves to keep hide her children’s demerits.

Anything which I gobble goes inside my womb

Where it relish my flourishing song.

I teach them lesson to survive in thrive

When I will go back to my emerging site.

My duty is to take the particles in my lap

To take them from conception to clear fact.

So I am concern with full zest

That my role is clear of a nurture in fest.

                                                                                   - Ayush Gaur