Sunder

The river that flows down the hill,

Is never able to be a moment still,

The rocks and pebbles at its edge,

Lie as steady as the dead, 

Swamp of flood beneath her heart...

Waiting for a whack just to attract... 

Every wave of motion... 

Elucidate varied colour of passion...

With a desire to meet her ally... 

She tightens up her buckle about to fly...

Mesmerized onlookers hold their breath... 

To witness the beauty underneath...

Squirming like a split desire... she forth towards the ocean fire.