Thursday, June 14, 2018

The River's Flow

Ever tried to hear what the river had to say?
In the calm of night, not in the cacophony of day.
If you ever did, you would know.
The river loves and hates the flow.
Amusing as it is, but is true.
She has both, cheer of red and gloom of blue.
The river yearns for calm, beneath the layer.
She falls in love with a forest here, a mountain there.
She wants to hold hands and some times hug a tree,
Often she wants the flow to set her free.
The flow unperturbed, never seems to care,
For he has a bigger purpose, never laid it bare.
The flow gives a reason to the wandering river,
Of 'change being the constant', he is an unwavering believer.
The river may be impulsive but she knows better.
What the flow does today, will help her later.
She looks at the last jungle, with her eyes full and mind with daze,
And then embraces the flow, to move on, towards her new phase.

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