This Life Is A River Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

This life flows like a river;
Cutting a curvy path for itself;
There is a motion it has born with;
It keeps its promises as it moves;

Hard luck of stone
Checks its sides; not to swell
Beyond its ambition;
The roots of the guarding trees
Give the river dreams to see
Beyond its ability;

The moon turns it into a ribbon
And throws stars into its lap;
Beyond the chain of hills it slows down
To take breathe
To rest a while squeezing itself,
Dead like a beast in hibernation;

Corpses are burnt by its sides
It watches the flames touching the sky
The souls flying away like birds
It sweeps away the ashes and identities