Six Relatives, Love Is Inevitable -Reposted
Suddenly,
all four of you, pretty maidens, bonded with sisterly love,
running, all the way down,
through the lush greenery of the jungle,
jump —
from the mossed green rocks, laughing and stealing the attention,
of all those who surround you.
Then giggling and chuckling, across the blue-green valleys,
Continue your unstoppable journey.
Lustrous maidens, move placidly, to four different directions,
bearing your own sorrows, quietly, now
and through meadows, to your destination.
Awaits there, your dearly dad, with open arms.
Together at once, you run toward him,
to indulge in the waves of love,
and the joy of laughter echoes, it’s the celebration of reunion
after many miles.
Way up there, amidst the mist,
watching your mom, smiling with maternal love,
still imagining that you’re the sweetest
baby girls that she gave birth to.
Oh! You, four pretty maidens,
rivers of a tropical island,
together with your dad, The Mighty Ocean,
sing the chorus of the inevitable Love;
it’s the sweetest psalm, to your ever-loving mom,
who stands still, with unwavering courage,
smiling amidst the mist—
The Peak.
There are four main rivers in Sri Lanka, birthed from Central highlands, flowing down in four directions, across the island, until they lose themselves among the splendor of the Indian Ocean.
(Source: Wikipedia)
Wrote for Six Relatives Poetry Contest
On 22 November 2020
Sponsored by, Caren Krutsinger
Grammar checked through PS Grammar Checker
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