The River Of Being Poem by ashok jadhav

A spring appears among the stones and moss,
Its water clear and trembling with new force.
The world awakes in scent, in light, in song,
And life begins its journey unaware
Of all the bends and obstacles ahead.
The stream grows swift, embracing every turn,
Its current carrying both strength and fear.
The banks expand, the trees lean toward its flow,
And growth is measured in each rising wave.
The river claims the land with patient will,
And shapes the earth as action shapes the self.
Then comes the stretch where waters slow and darken,
The summer force gives way to autumn weight.
Leaves drift into the current, drift away,
And currents twist with sediment and grief.
Decline is quiet, yet it teaches depth,
And memory pools in eddies of the mind.
At last the river finds a wider plain,
Its course renewed by tributaries unseen.
The water glows beneath forgiving skies,
And even what was lost returns in part.
Life bends again toward growth, toward the sun,
A cycle turning, endless as the sea.