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
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!!