River Me...

Smooth but with sorrow meander I
Rough but happily bruise I the rocks
Gargling with hope till I finally die
Never looking back to my hidden past

The graceful ice form mountain high
Slowly melt on my modest face
Dripping all the way to my parted toes
Till finally I escape into a silent life

Gently I turn like a slender waist
Playfully trouble I, the sailing rooks
Finding peace in dirt and waste
Never looking back to long gone days

All the grudge and bias carried with me
Along with happy fish, waste and leaves
See I none to accompany me but them
And I slowly escape into a silent spree

At nights with no one else to look
But the heavenly moon reflecting upon me
Ask me if I am its lost cousin on earth
Together we always are, yet so lonely…