Born to wild mountains
They flow through valleys
Waiting patiently in ditches
Gradually filling up
To flow down the slope,
They flow into the ocean
Forgoing their identity
To the surging waves
They know no life, but 'surrender'
A blind surrender, to change,
Life-Giver and Harmonizer
Every moment is prized
In its dynamic or static state
From the River of life
To the Ocean of love.
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Such a wonderful description sir..... River compared with life of living organisms...... A circular cycle from birth to death...10++++++++++++++ You may like to read my poems and express your views too..... Wlcm to ph.. Naila