The Niagara falls
tumble with a sonorous gaiety
The falls so awesome
the water in a tumble-down
comes from where no on knows
goes to where none other knows
say they it falls into lake Ontario
flows with a mighty force
Could you call it a beauty?
Better fit it with an epithet
” incredible initiative” of Nature
absolute with exasperation
a scene that kindles an apprehension
clubbed with a deliberation
Oh! What could it be !
be the excitement in a way
engulfed by a shiver down the spine
Never once did I experience
a feel of exaltation near her
nor even a fascination around her
that could work an appreciation
Well, it provoked a sense of awe
a feel of scare with a withdrawal
a sense of thought about Nature
a mother in all her pleasantness
a monster too in her fury
instil she a fear all the more
the strain I could perceive
as the Great Niagara falls
with a tumultuous disobedience.
It was a high-flying kite.
It glimmered in the sun-bright.
Carrying the colours red, blue and white,
It rose up and up to great heights.
The children cried in delight.
They were thrilled at the sight.
The kite enacted a great fight.
It rose up and up to great heights.
The cord that held it extended right.
It, in its elongation, got tight.
The kite faltered in its flight.
Yet, it rose up an up to great heights.
The cord knotted itself in a bite.
The knots closed up to a strangling plight.
The kite made a descent slight.
Alas! it fell down and down from great heights.
Man’s ascent has a tremendous insight.
He muscles and manipulates to reach atop alright.
His movement gets mulled at a point outright.
He tumbles down to the ground like the falling kite.