I FLOW LIKE A RIVER BROOK

I flow like a river Brook

Author's Note

scrambling with the air
rolling down with the flow
I see a path flowing with you
singing with those peebles
meaninglessly flowing no where

hey you!
nailed me down like a caged
or swiftly punch me down like feathers
through soft cheesy water
still I flow
I flow like a river brook with a hope

calm as near the shores
but fight far away from the shore
this all uncertainty and chaos
Compel me to jump off the boat
lying on water bed as fine as soft cotton sheds
do I die ?
you think will i die?
but still I flow
I flow like a river brook

on the edges of sky
Radiant giving me a bye
sinking sunset
mesmerizing me of u
I gave a smile that echoed and echoed
long back to the distance
And i still flow
I flow like a river brook

hey me!
Am the master
the master of own my dignity
my moral
but my arrogance
it flows down the heaven
somewhere between nowhere
It flows
It flows like a river brook

tightening the arms
like a river to the bank
feel like you are mine
but you aren't
shouldn't you?

you are a pebble
stoned hearted pebble
as freezing as part of me
would be not strong
probably would be not charming
that painful sound weeping
but it still flows
it flows like a river brook

may we follow the same flow
we shall meet
on the depth of sea
where twinkling star make a seat
drops its shine
pacing you slow
that time I will still flow
i will flow like a river brook

-THANK YOU -

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