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"
