b r e a k s



Gathered crowds
applaud the mighty

Unknown to them
a little trickle,
shy of the show,

Afraid to fall
breaks away
from the rest,

To wander across

A rippling murmur
a song of
its own,

Flowing away
from the herd
a liquid serpent,

In search of life
the defined.




Author: vidur sahdev

Living life...as it comes!

12 thoughts on “b r e a k s”

  1. The brook has endless possibilities… the waterfall one show. One is gentle and mysterious the other wide-eyed and ferocious. ๐Ÿ˜‰ love this poem. and how many times do we dismiss the brook as you say. wonderful!

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