A brook 7.12.08
Life is a brook, a river heading for ocean
it flows through different terrains
the deserts, the woods, the mountains the plains
all come and go, but the river flows unrestrained
like her the life flows through success, failure
love, hurt, death, birth in all galore
just like a river cant stop for a rock, a stone,
life cant stop for a wound, a loss, a pain
river have to go through all the hues to meet its ocean
life has to clear all its earthly due to meet god, its destination
it has to go through all the ups and downs curves and turn
it has to paint its blank canvas with a picture lovely and serene
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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