A story of a traveling brook

A story of a traveling brook You. A lonely maiden, picturesque Smiling there, in an unseen, fathomless, depth, never to be rescued Never knew the grace of the creation of a festive reason! A bird, I never knew too close Chirping high from far across The sea My life and my tranquility! We loved and cherished for a life long truth, For once to see! Witnessing transient colors Colors , the fauna, flowers bloom The dewdrops trickling down the lotus, the unseen chanting That resides in me! Shivers, lasting forever in a dream! A sea, mystic is she! Never to be unfolding anywhere else Rather only in me! Thou art though! A silhouette Far , an incessantly running brook A chanting running reverie A story of ours very own For us , never to be! Your heart song, pondered for an aching heartache Perhaps The heart where every morning Touches the sky, lifelong To rush to the sea Estuary, brimming nature’s salt And sounds festive Come back to the abode of thee! (A Translation)