It was me that went bouncing through the terrain
I went every place :the rocky precipice of mountains or the fertile soil of plain
nothing changed my speed
nothing changed my flow
I treated every thing with same respect
But why is this stagnation in me ?
Why is this motion sickness?
Has the erosion subsided ?
Is this the time to deposit the vast array of things i accumulated ?
Will i be reduced to a mud puddle?
Or will i be ever the flowing river again
2 comments:
So many questions but worth pondering...:)
This is a 'question'able poem. :P
Lol, just kidding.
Very beautiful and worth pondering upon.. Keep up the good work. :)
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