The Flow…
Akanksha Kapahtia
The stone took pride in its immovable spite,
its strength could halt the river in fright;
The river flowed by in effortless delight,
Moulding the stone with its benevolent might!
The leaves would flaunt their solemn silence,
oblivious of the winds in majestic environs;
The winds blew by in tranquil persistence,
enthusing the leaves with a childlike exuberance!
The sky would adorn its unaltered expanse,
the sun it thought was a mite in trance;
The sun moved by in a graceful dance,
painting the sky like an artist in romance!
The naive found joy in ephemeral triumphs,
ignorant of time and its perpetual defiance;
The time passes by like an angel so pious,
Anchoring the naive to its eternal reliance!
About the poet
Akanksha Kapahtia is a Post-Doctoral Researcher at IIA.
