when you at last meet the sea?
Like a gypsy now as you may,
in tides you move on as mind be.
O' River! You will play no more,
as you meander thru' muddy banks.
You lose them all to have a shore,
taking from you, your glorious ranks.
O' River! You will widen and slow
as your sweetness meets saline.
Clear your mind so you may know -
What we think as ours - is never mine.
Prasenjit©2022
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