Saturday, September 15, 2018

178. Water

Water comes cascading,
It roars, it threatens,
I stand on the bank,

Water keeps pushing,
I start retreating,
Little do I know,
It is unsparing.

Running is meaningless,
Retreating of no use,
It can quickly reach,
It can quickly devour.

I must stand firm
With weak-looking straw,
Let the roaring water roar,
It will finally give up,
It will finally go home.

1 comment:

How do we know said...

Beautiful poem Onkar ji. You're able to distil a subject in so few words.