The Origin Poem by Shruti Fadte

With the first ray of the dawn
I gazed at the origin,
A river had originated there, said the folks
But to me, it seemed an illusion.
As I walked towards it, the river appeared bigger and bigger
The water looked flawless and bore purity of a pearl
I desired to follow it and so I did
I reached the spot where the stream split itself
One went towards right, narrowing itself
Another to left, expanding without halt
People advised me to go left as water won't be scarce
But I took right, which they said will eventually end
I kept pacing my steps with the little stream to search for its end
Within moments, I reached the origin again.