Flowing

Flowing... Oozing, leaving the inner tranquility, Evicted, from the fracture of the shield, Percolating, through the permeable covering Accumulated, to the brim, running over and flowing. Traversing, the fissures in impervious core Collected, after the continuous downpour Verbalising, the vehemence of my burbling Emanated, from the, once desiccated, vents and flowing. Gleaming, for the reflected light reaching your eyes Enshrouded, as the purest in each drop Channeling, out of the cavern of chronicle Meandered, ambling over the surface and flowing. ~Ashok Kumar Mishra