Relations

A sheath of water when flows through
the rugged hills kisses the rocks,
in the valley plays with the clay,
in the plain carries the silt-
relations change at each stage of the journey.

During our journey our relations
with nature and human change too-
new relations form, old ones break,
few old relations may persist (if any) .

I am a sheath of water in this vast world river-
I have kissed rocks,
I am now playing with the clay,
I will carry silt one day.
I will remain as I am
but my relations will show utter variance.