The Stream Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

A lot to be thought over
a lot to be consoled
a lot to dream of
a lot to forget

Missing links-
they are the unseen hues inside
not the song
its intended music

Words get carried away
carry less depth
float on the surface
do not touch the bottom heart

I would like to tell them
to wait,
to tell them
to weigh their words
before they jump in

The stream flows
along its only path
along the only possible direction

The two swimmers
looking towards either side
impatiently on the bank