Along a plain the river flows,
Turns, slopes and thus goes
Forward to the destination.
It runs and listens
The call of oceans
None stands as its obstruction.
One day along with its all
The river suffers a great fall
It screams till it loses everything.
The name is not found
Amid its scaring sound
It loses the song what it could sing.
Yet it looks for a plain
As it must flow again
But in the deep nothing it can recall.
The scream attracts a cow boy
Near the falling water to enjoy
He names it amazingly ‘water-fall’.
Thus, the river becomes a water-fall
Offers an awesome beauty to people
But retains the urge to flow again.
Slowly it fills up the deep
And raises its head to peep
Gets finally a valley of smooth plain.
Who dares to stop it now?
It jumps on the plain somehow
Starts flowing and singing the lost song.
River again becomes river,
Runs not to stop ever–
Continues its journey, maybe, short or long.
