DANCING WATER
From the oceans I rise, And dance in the clouds
Wearing a million bells, Of droplets big and small
Who brings me down, Into your rivers and wells?
It’s the grass, it’s the trees! Holding the fingers
Of leaves and roots, I slide into the earth
Then tired I rest, On my bed of rock
Sometimes I come up, In springs and wells
Slaking the thirst ,Of one and all
But if you destroy the lap, Of our mother earth
Who will hold me, When I fall from the clouds?
Turning into a sigh, I will go back
Into the vast sky
It’s the grass, it’s the trees! Holding the fingers
Of leaves and roots, I slide into the earth
Then tired I rest, On my bed of rock
Sometimes I come up, In springs and wells
Slaking the thirst ,Of one and all
But if you destroy the lap, Of our mother earth
Who will hold me, When I fall from the clouds?
Turning into a sigh, I will go back
Into the vast sky
A poem written by Mandakini Mathur
THANK YOU!
