River can be of many type. All has a dif. beginning/ending. But during their course, all serves mostly the same purpose.Similarly humans are like river. We are different and unique. We take different courses in life but still share the common purpose


Life as a River

It begins as a child,
so humble and pure.

Navigates its ways along the course.
Only to get wider, deeper and stronger
as it blues.

River rolls on,like a wind.
Never to look back,Only
to serve it's purpose,
for which it has begun.

Along the flow,
River collects the waste,
washes the sin.
Not distinguishing between
foe or kin.

River always run its course
to fulfill it's goal.
Has a purpose,
for which river must flow.

I call it,

A river of karma and soul.



Poetry by learnings
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Written on 2010-11-15 at 07:50

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
From birth to brilliance.

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2010-11-15