River Run
Let our imagination flow
And carve our lives reality
Like a river
Flowing from the mountains
In an unchartered
Unimagined territory
Arriving at the destination
In a zigzag manner.
Adaptation
Being her only passage money
Belief in herself being the only asset
To move on.
Did you ever see?
A river looking back
With desperate eyes,
What was undone?
When was the hard time?
Where were the impassable tracks?
She goes on
Without feeling sorry for herself.
She moves on
Not as a tributary
But as the river itself
Having her own identity
Own existence
The travel being the goal itself
As at the end
There is nothing
But the end.
((*.*))
June 26, 2001
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