Serene & Divine

Inside the forest of tall teak trees Far from the clamor of the town. At the foot of the green mountain Where a stream was flowing down. Sitting on a piece of rock, And looking at the flow of water. I was listening to its music, Enjoying the beauty of the nature. The serenity and silence was lost As some kids of a school picnic party, Sneaked into the stream in sheer delight And made it muddy and dirty. A boy pushed the baby from behind. She got wet and cried. He then asked her out of fear “How could it be dried?” The headmistress when shouted at them They looked each other for a while. And rushed out of the water Hand in hand, exchanging a silly smile. I looked back at the stream. The water was already calm and clean. It’d washed off the dirt out of her heart For the flow was serene and divine.