A rivulet, gurgles
Flows towards the river.
The silvery river with a haughty look
Changes it course,
Not to merge.
The rivulet smiles, nods
And flows on.
One day, the sea,
Asks the river,
'What if, I refuse? '
The river replies,
'But my goal is to merge with you,
How can you? '
'Right.' the sea smiles with
Ripples.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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