TIME

In the flowing river of time, I see,

hopes and sorrows of humanity,the greeds and sorrows and aspirations

ending into whirlpools of confusion

Hope shining, as morning sunlight shimmering on the surface of river.

Needs and desires of humanity , like the unending flow of river,

The orthodoxy and old traditions

stuck like dead driftwood, about to be dislodged by the changing current.

The calmness of being content.

The ferocity of aggression and challange.

The rapids of adrenaline running in the bloodstream,

The half sunk and half dry riverbed,like the sorrows and suffering of old, injured and downtrodden,

The river fows, flows and flows, and says smilingly

" This also will pass"

It is the poem , I have recently written,

Do you hear the squeaks of a sparrow

Do you hear rustling of the leaves

Have you heard dry leaves crunch beneath your feet

Do you hear rythmic sound of the flowing of river

Do you hear soft falling of rain

Do you hear sudden flutter of a flock of birds

Do you hear the sqeal of a small child

But if you only hear

The honking of horn

the cacaphony of the traffic jam

the violent voices of anger

loud blaring of sirens

the fast beating of your heart beat due to fear and insecurity

the constant drone of announcers on TV

the quiet of loss of communication between two individuals

Then

You can't hear the tiny voice of your soul

You are lost ! ! ! ! ! ! !