River said, “I am a River only when the banks contain me.

Or else I am just  water. Unbound, formless.

I flow away,

wherever the slope is.

Free in my movement, resisting nothing,

I keep making my way. I love it.

But then, I get lost.

In the soil, in the woods, in the air;

also, I never really become one with them.

The soil, the woods, the air remain; while I disappear.

I also keep loosing my force, strength, my own clan as I keep slipping.

But I truly love it, when I flow unmindfully.

The thrill, O the thrill!


And within the banks,

I loose my free movement


I remain.

Growing force, strength in myself.

And then, I reach the infinite expanse! I am told. I don’t know.

Here also, I loose myself.

But to be One.

I am not separate here, from the One, I lost myself in.


What should I do?

Follow the free movement now,

or else,

Now loose the movement,

to gain the infinite which I cannot see. Now!

What should I do? Now??”

A choice which a river mulled on

as it flowed.

Wanting to break the banks, but pondering the outcomes.


Deepti Vishwanath


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