Look! How has it changed from polluted to pure,
Sometimes milky white, sometimes dirty more
Never has occured to it – take rest
Doesn’t it think for its best ?
Dropping from the heights, making all sorts of noise
While coming down the valley, it plays the musical notes
I do not know who pulls such chords !
At one moment, I listen to its meditative tone
While at others, engulfed by its larger form
Standing there; I was enchanted
Ready to lose all, which I ever wanted.
Edited by Rini