Bhedaghat  Waterfall, M P,India during monsoon 

Snaking  below  the bare brown trees

The river running wild, bouncing off to glory

 Road on the other side stretching into the  open

 Waters crackle, sound so  livid

 Sparkle  cold but shine aloud

Dancing drunk on the rocks  hard

 Quick its thrust and fall

At times to spring up  and tumble down

On earth’s bosom   divine.

The water fair  is  there to stay

  With dancing droplets in the air

What a mighty stunt is in display

The river cascading down , then the fall

Many a meter down full length

The broad block of water flinging down

 Like a burst from above

 When the monsoon arrives each year then

The waters swell, rise , make haste

A fury and a lot of noise

The bounce, the swirl, the brazen dance is more

As if  on  errand  move

What   a big job in  hand now

Its pounding heard far to often 

While the onward march is on