She Falls For Us
Nudging the forest trees and strong mountains,
that furious stream reaches the village;
Fallen from up above, it's still shouting,
bewildered and looks like being pillaged.
Bound to ruin the banks and the borders,
until it hears the pleased voice of the sands,
Who gleefully kiss water and order,
"Do not cross the boundary, we forbid"
When the sands play in the bank of the streams,
the stream feels nostalgic and it recalls
its tranquil memories with clouds and screams
" I was a blooming fall, before I fall "
Now, meandering amidst stones and sands
She, the source of livelihood saves our land
'She' here suits women too...
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