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13.06.2019 Poem

Water

Water

When life seems hotter than can be imagined;
you have your own way of cooling it off.
I know you as one of the mothers of natural existence,

as old as time himself but never grows weary,
No! Not a single day.
Water, you can be peaceful as the cemetary
that lives few meters from you
yet I’ve seen you push your way through the forest

like a wild bear…
well I’d say if you ask me
Tell me the secret, is it pretence or inner capacity

nothing compared to your nature in all universe,
no element has her virtue of uniqueness.
Weak and vulnerable she presents herself
But none can predict her real self
She dwells among rocks in deep forest and abandoned places

Soft she is, tender is her touch and strong in her persistence

She falls from heights unimaginably,
Descends into valleys unthinkably,
Yet her subtility gets undefiled, her quality unchanged

Squeezed into uncomfortable
Confinement but cannot be crushed
Peace is with her, war is with her but she says
gentleness and patience are virtues worth having
she knows when to rage and when to wear a smile
Bearing in her bosom lives and multitudes undiscovered,

Supports the weight of many a nation,
Even the beast sails,
Self-content and confident protector,
even of the whales
Even though soft in appearance
and has patience, her anger rage
I’ll say if you ask me is something not
even the greatest sharks and whales
wish to see
When life seems hotter than can be imagined;
you have your own way of cooling it off.
I know you as one of the mothers of natural existence,

as old as time himself but never grows weary,
No! Not a single day.
Water, you can be peaceful as the cemetary
that lives few meters from you
yet I’ve seen you push your way through the forest

like a wild bear…
well I’d say if you ask me
Tell me the secret, is it pretence or inner capacity

nothing compared to your nature in all universe,
no element has her virtue of uniqueness.
Weak and vulnerable she presents herself
But none can predict her real self
She dwells among rocks in deep forest and abandoned places

Soft she is, tender is her touch and strong in her persistence

She falls from heights unimaginably,
Descends into valleys unthinkably,
Yet her subtility gets undefiled, her quality unchanged

Squeezed into uncomfortable
Confinement but cannot be crushed
Peace is with her, war is with her but she says
gentleness and patience are virtues worth having
she knows when to rage and when to wear a smile
Bearing in her bosom lives and multitudes undiscovered,

Supports the weight of many a nation,
Even the beast sails,
Self-content and confident protector,
even of the whales
Even though soft in appearance
and has patience, her anger rage
I’ll say if you ask me is something not
even the greatest sharks and whales
wish to see

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