My soul as a river triggers

the stream of thoughts to flow,

Sometimes with a rush  it falls,

to mesmerize the view,

Sometimes to steady and pause ,

Shallow it may seem,

 but to run very deep,

When the events turn arid , 

to burn and dry ,

Then again ,

To flow with a force and vigour ,

to trigger a fear,

With a wonder ,

I too pounder ,

Will it find its  peace and calm ,

before it surrender to the

eternal bliss of  the sea………..