A Dry Rivulet

A dry rivulet remembers her days when it was the spring of her life the rivers then tried to put her in bosom any meadows were made fertile Children came to bath and play cattle came to quench their thirst birds came to make a dive the rivulet was in her full youth like a damsel of paradise Realm of the rivulet was quite verdant plethora of her beauty attracted all loving guys After every spring, autumn comes made her to suffer from low - esteem her tears have been swallowed not left to shed for even a drop My poetic heart finds a dropp of tears to lend on her dry eyes to shed on her bygone days.