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


The baggage that the river loads them


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!!


Poetry, my poems © Copyright 2017, Nehal