Impatient Brook Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Impatient brook

Why thy move on in such a creeky space,
With noise of a hound in haste restless.
Salvage and grind the teeth of the earth,
With your engineless ride you cart.

Innocent is your walk O my dear I look,
Why don't stand for weeds and wild bush around.
So hurry with raze though destination fixed,
Only a length to cover nature make its speed.

Mine in turbulent weather for the path and way,
But not thy intelligence as I missed my bay.
Love and nature groove your path,
O daughter of earth am I in wrath?

Such rewarding your journey an adding end,
My suffering you see has nothing to lend.
Months and years now in concluding hours,
The potrait is still unshaped in design and colours.

My dear you run wherever you please,
Falls is your shelter whatever be the speed.
My ways are reversed a shameful waste,
Your bank is my home please fill my chest.

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