Irtika Kazi write

Analogy of Self

 

I am as still as Water…

Granted that “still waters run deep”,

I am purported to be stagnating.

Bitterness it is of my Life indeed.

What happens to the magnificent Water?

Whence a pebble in it is thrown

The pebble produces creases and ripples

The Water makes it Unseeable, Unknown.

There’s not a soul to fathom the Depth..

None to devotedly love the crashing waves;

Yet, the waves love intensely its Object of devotion

Verily, returning to the seashore instead.

I avow to be a piece of Water,

As true-blue as it is known to be

Trailing one Path, bringing culture to flesh and blood;

O’ what peace it gives to be on the Loose; At Liberty.

 Blue Ripple Pond -- Madeleine Arnett