The breeze and the river flow
Together to their destinations;
One day the breeze asked the river:
'I like to talk to you'
The river soon replied:
'I too like to talk to you'
'I know that'
'How you know? '
'Oh my river, I sense it from your flowing sound'
'Is it the same way I sense it from
your humming sound, oh my breeze? '
'Exactly! Then why so hesitating? ' asked the breeze
'Convenience! ' the river replied
'Convenience? Convenience is not flowing with us
Necessity creates convenience conveniently'
The psychological breeze advised the river
'Oh my breeze, you have no boundary to move on
But I have certain boundaries to flow'
The philosophical river quipped.
Still the breeze and the river flow conveniently
Without speaking each other conveniently
The nature of the nature is often strange! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem