World's A River Poem by V P Mahur

The world is a river
Flowing between the banks
Named joy and sorrow

Time is its fast moving current
The weeds are we all
Struggling to reach the banks

When we find the bank of joy
We wish ourselves to allow
Play nuisance and pranks

We forget the fearful turn
Of time's flood
Which puts us into ranks

When we find the bank of sorrow
We feel life burdensome
Sinking into suffocated tanks

The whirlpools in the river
Are fearful turns of life
That leave us think blanks

The mighty ocean's infinity
Is our final destination
That swallows all without thanks

We dissolve in it forever
Never to be found again
In the world's floating planks