Question

an autobiography on brook

Answer 1

Autobiography of brook stream

My life is quite similar to that of a man. I am born in high mountains where coot and herons live. I am quite active and noisy as I flow down valleys and ridges till I join a river and become one with it. After joining the river, I become quite peaceful and flow quietly. Similarly, after becoming mature and adult man also becomes calmer and more composed. In spite of the similarities between man and me there is one stark dissimilarity also, which I keep telling the readers frequently in the refrain ‘For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.’ This refrain contrasts man’s mortal existence with the brook’s immortal life.

I also teach men many important lessons of life. I teach them the lesson of determinedly moving on, overcoming all obstacles; and finding a detour round rock-ridden course. I inspire man to move towards his goal like me if he is to achieve his goals. His path may be full of obstacles, but he must keep moving like me. As I start my journey from high mountains, on my way to the river I flow down many valleys, hills; slip between many ridges, flow by many villages, towns and cities, passing under many bridges, ultimately I join the brimming river. Similarly, man must pass by and overcome many obstacles before reaching his goal or destination. I teach men the lesson of perseverance, flowing energetically despite all obstacles, and never giving up.  

Answer 2

An Autobiography of A Brook..

I rise as springs in mountains and from glaciers.

I flow like torrent from mountains through rock beds and keep on flowing till I reach a place where I drop vertically like a waterfall forming a lake,

But my flow does not stop there, I still continue to flow.

I pass by villages, little towns and a hundred bridges.

People keep on coming to me to fetch water and other use but I don’t stop for them, Instead they stop for me.

I make little waves while I am flowing.

And sometimes foam forms upon me as I travel and I flow above the gravel and pebbles and draw them all along and flow.

I spend my whole life flowing, moving and travelling until I get dried up one day but I wish that will never happen to me.