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