Walking along a river in good flow, <br />Sure and steady and forward, deep and wide, <br />I saw some man-made pools, stagnant, narrow, <br />That, no sooner were dug out by men, died. <br />The river looked as ever full of life, <br />Alive and singing as it moved along; <br />The pool, like men that it made, full of strife, <br />It barricaded joys, made isles of wrong. <br /> <br />And in the quiet of my thought, I heard <br />The song of a steady river of life, <br />Which, unpatented still is well-preserved, <br />And I sensed the cause of all human strife: <br />Man seeks permanence in a stagnant pool, <br />While life blossoms not when barred as a rule. <br />____________________________________________ <br /> -Sonnets | 01.04.10 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-river-of-life-13/
