The Streams Are My Veins
Shall I compare you, O streams, with my very veins?
Let me do it; let me see who loses who gains;
My veins fill up my body; full of flesh-and-blood;
Your presence fills each thud, spud, flood and little bud...!
Pulmonary, umbilical, muscular, Ha!
Hearing all these, I, a simple man, stand in awe;
I know you quench my thirst and refresh me until,
Unquenchable thirst is evoked toward God still...!
One-way valve, they say; duckbill valve; venae cavae;
Your works, O streams, I just can't leave, believe; perceive;
You serve as takers of blood from organ to heart,
Your functioning could be compared to a fine-art...!
Oxygen to tissues, is like sun to flower,
Streams, midst sun and shower, like clouds, each reach hover;
Veins in me keep me endlessly till end alive,
Streams assist mother earth to eternally survive...!
13 August 2022
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