A DANCING SPRING
Jumping like a spring, was this spring, n around it, created it, a permanent spring, green.
This little dancing brook, made the atmosphere around it, magical n yet so serene
Created it a musical spell, with sounds of rolling pebbles n its water so cool, clear n clean
What a wonderful way to relax here it is; no need there was, for any tannin or caffeine.
Those cold water droplets spraying on my face; staying here, happiness I glean
With its splashing water, soaking wet were my clothes, my T-shirt n my jeans
Learnt I from this little dancing spring, inspite of a life rough, how to joy n freshness glean.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
