Walking along a river in good flow,
Sure and steady and forward, deep and wide,
I saw some man-made pools, stagnant, narrow,
That, no sooner were dug out by men, died.
The river looked as ever full of life,
Alive and singing as it moved along;
The pool, like men that it made, full of strife,
It barricaded joys, made isles of wrong.
And in the quiet of my thought, I heard
The song of a steady river of life,
Which, unpatented still is well-preserved,
And I sensed the cause of all human strife:
Man seeks permanence in a stagnant pool,
While life blossoms not when barred as a rule.
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-Sonnets | 01.04.10 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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