The waterfall

a poem by Deepa Dash

Crossing the rocks, crossing the plains,
Crossing the huge mountain and the trench,
Chasing each other they pass,
Rushing across the twisted path.

They got a special feature,
Dancing on the lap of nature.
Showing all the way to live,
They satisfy every creature.

Clouds above them and finishes beneath them,
Surrounded by trees on both the sides.
Water with everyone they share,
So they are taken utmost care.

Enhancing the beauty of the place,
From the forest to the king’s place.
Waterfall is something that decors,
Don’t believe? Check old records…