The stream flowed at its charming best,
Dazzling in celestial splendour,
Such charm and divine grace,
Irresistible it seemed.

I reached out to touch in gleeful greed.
Ouch! It is freezing cold.
Alas, could never get any close to the stream.
And it flowed  away with a mocking smile at my travail.

The tongue wagged in unquenched thirst,

Hands went up in desperation.  

In a jiffy, the skies roared in response

And the heavens poured in abundance.

Departed from being distressed

Descended a feeling of being blessed and destressed

A state with no thirst..

Eternal happiness in my fist.