The river knows no restraint
It has to reach the sea.
From the mountains, when it flows
It revels in its spirit free.
Through jagged rocks and ravines deep
It wears its way along.
The forests smile when they hear
The lyrical lilt of its song.
Mud and silt and fallen leaves
Hold hands in friendly cheer
And race down in a rush and sweep
Without a speck of fear.
In the plains where they reach
They slow down to catch their breath
From Nature’s lips , they have learnt
Lessons of life and death.
The stillness behind a lofty dam
Is neither right nor real
The river flows through highs and lows
Till it finds its own level.