"The Brook"--My Favourite Poem

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

The World Through A Window

Discrete Maths is boring .But it isn't so boring if you are lucky enough to be sitting beside a window.A window that gives you a wonderful view of the greenery outside. The trees dancing in the cool wind.The grass,alive and fresh after recent rains.The red flowers on the Gulmohar tree and the yellow ones in the lawn below. The cloudy weather further adds to my desire to just leave the class and get out in the open for a long walk.The empty road invites me.But I have to restrain myself yet another time.

Yet another time because this is not the first time that such a desire has almost taken control of my self. Somehow, the world outside the window always seems so inviting,free of all cares.Even in school I had similar feelings,where the window gave a view of the playground and the temple in the school campus.

A window is especially a delight if it is raining outside. You can watch the world getting drenched, washing away the long-settled dust,water dripping from the leaves,animals running for shelter,kids running around,playing in the water. After the rain stops,everything appears bright, clean. Trees, birds, insects, animals, men, all seem to be absorbing freshness and new life from the atmosphere.

Another very special kind of window is that of a bus.Windows of trains have inspired many poets, but the window of a bus has been met with nonchalance. A journey along the curvy roads in the hills in a bus, with a window seat is a unique experience. When you look back,you can never trace the road which you took.It appears as if the mountains are gobbling up the roads behind as you move ahead. You can also see a foaming river,flowing several feet below, with all its force. The torquoise waters are fascinating as well as intimidating.

Whenever I think of a window,I am reminded of Ruskin Bond's vivid descriptions of the world seen through a window, in his novel,'The Room on the Roof', then I wonder that even our eyes are like a window. A window gifted by the Almighty to be able to enjoy the beauty of the world.