The Hill Stream

by Dr. Varanasi Ramabrahmam



The flow of my poesy is a hill-stream Never will she run dry. Born in the hills of my heart She rushes, flows Jumps and plunges, A waterfall she is... A beauty among itinerant beauties Tangible as she moves, She knows not how to order her steps as she travels Knows not the intricacies of rules and rhymes. Without a care for embellishment, pomp and show, She roams in the hills and valleys, a mountain girl. Flowing swiftly over stones She produces musical notes sonorous as if she were singing a raga, Fluttering up and down, high and low, Like an untrained dancing peacock. The brushes of artists Cannot depict her darting hither and thither; Prosody has no relevance For her marathon runs. Her swift movements do not allow her to settle. My verse is borne of a plain heart Absorption in Divinity is the goal of her journey. Silently she joins the waters of the literary Godavari Without surrendering her own identity. Kinnerasani! The hill-stream of my poetry.

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you Madhusudan for the aesthetic appreciation and encouraging observation.

Varanasi Ramabrahmamr
08-Aug-2012 20:45 PM

what a lovely imagination! I love the poem and your poetic nature---hope the flow continues

Madhusudan Pola
06-Aug-2012 23:50 PM

Thank you Dr. Chandramouli garu for the kind attention and aesthetic encouraging and inspiring observations.

Varanasi Ramabrahmam
26-Jul-2012 09:10 AM

'Kinnerasani' flows quietly, ecstatically, with divine joy like your exquisite poem,sir.Or the river and your poem are one and the same?Regards.

T.S.Chandra Mouli
26-Jul-2012 08:11 AM

Thank you so much Hema for the aesthetic and inspiring observation. And your response is musical as my verse.

Varanasi Ramabrahmam
25-Jul-2012 13:21 PM

This is musical, as a meandering river, as the clouds that go floating past......Thanks for sharing

hema
25-Jul-2012 11:58 AM