Rivers As Time In Motion Poem by ashok jadhav

A river moves with borrowed light and years,
Its surface holds the sky, then lets it go;
Each wave remembers laughter, loss, and tears,
Yet never turns to face the past it knows.
It learns the patience carved in stone and sand,
A quiet strength that yields but is not weak;
The banks grow old beneath its passing hand,
While moments slip away before they speak.
I watch my reflection bend and break apart,
A face remade with every flowing line;
So moves the river through the human heart—
A pulse that proves all living bends with time.
Still onward runs that truth, both clear and deep:
To live is flow, to cling is not to keep.