Sunday, 16 June 2013

Poem - The river of Time

















Finding myself amidst,
the river flowing so fast,
nothing seemed so fixed that
more than a moment it would last.

On seeing to my side,
I found I was not alone,
Before I knew much about anyone,
I realised they were gone.

Looking for an anchor,
with water and water all around,
happy to see at an arm's distance,
the stable, immovable ground.

Pushing myself out of the river,
getting up, firmly on land I stood,
waving hands to others flowing with the river,
It was River of the time, I understood.

                                              - N K Sran

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