Beneath the Boughs


Courtesy of S.Q

Beneath the Boughs

Beneath the boughs here I sit,

Watching the waters stream by

Jagged rocks dot yon river bed,

Yet the waters ripple on.

Winding, meandering, undeterred,

Directly on their way, they go.

Discouraged not, nor wearied,

As o’er stony hurdles, they flow.

For, like us, these waters do move onward,

Resolute, firm and ever enthused.

Yes, life is like that,

Just think and reflect…

Life’s akin the river, the brook, the stream, and…

Despite the crests and troughs, gushes on, mightily.

And so we thank Ye for this blessed treasure,

Ah, the precious, sacred Gift of Life.

Aye, beneath the boughs here I sit—in peace, contented

‘neath His blessings of a hearty, happy day.

Maloquacious © 2012


22 responses »

    • I love nature and the outdoors, Arindam. They compel me to write, and I’m so grateful for that. Especially when the weather is lovely, the conditions are superb. Thank you for reading! 🙂


    • Asante sana, dear Romana! Nature scenes are truly beautiful…peaceful, serene and soothing, and they prove as examples for us to follow.. 🙂


  1. That is really beautiful ! Thank you aunt! I had a very interesting and meaningful trip with Saneeya and Phil. And always the best wishes for you forever!


    • Yumy, so very kind of you to take time to read and comment…and so happy you enjoyed the poem – thank you! Yes, I did indeed hear about the successful and well-utilised trip.. 🙂
      Wish you all the best in life.. God bless..


  2. Beautifully written Maleeha…I am always in awe of those who write poetry, and you do so, so well! The imagery is lovely…delightfully soothing…and so very apt…many thanks…

    God bless…


    • Your wonderful comments, dear Shama, always encourage me to write more…a big ‘thank you’ from the bottom of my heart! God’s blessings.. 🙂


  3. My favorite part: “Discouraged not, nor wearied,

    As o’er stony hurdles, they flow.

    For, like us, these waters do move onward,

    Resolute, firm and ever enthused.”

    If you asked me to pick four lines of a poem to explain my personality to a stranger, these come as close as any I’ve seen except for the lines from Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise.” Thanks for reminding me of who I am in your poetry because sometimes I get bogged down. This was lovely. ET


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