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A drifting Log

Life
 
Like a drifting log
 
Flows forward, downstream
 
Rocks and stones on the shore
 
Push it, detour it, force it to pause
 
Make it whirl and dance in the
 
Gushing currents!
 
Why call it a journey!
 
Why contemplate destination!
 
Many such drifting logs
 
Flow along the way
 
Clashing, chasing, parting away
 
Carrying
 
The baggage that the river loads them
 
With
 
and the same river unloads it all!
 
A singing bird may enjoy a ride or two
 
But it doesn’t dream of nests on a log.
 
Change is the moving force.
 
Though the sky sets up mornings and evenings,
 
spring, summer and autumn along the way
 
For a Log
 
flow is the time
 
and current is the season.
 
Ocean; may be an end to the journey
 
for a river,
 
But not for a log!!
 
Nehal

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