Life is like a flowing river;
Are you life, I asked the river;
The river did not stop
To answer,
It just kept flowing;
My dejected sigh
Failed to ruffle the surface
Of the stagnated pool,
Tadpoles scurrying merrily;
Retorted the frog,
On your way, move;
The crest of the wave
Caught the sunlight,
Twinkled;
Got your answer, it said,
And was gone;
The flowing river marched on,
Carrying the caricature of
My broken reflection,
To a place unknown.
and my futile question remained unanswered.
“caricature of my broken reflection” impressive. I enjoyed it all.
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Thanks Oneta.
Appreciate our friendship. These are the things that make life worth living.
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I’m into staying as long as is my appointed time. Thanks, Pranab. Our sabers are getting dull, huh? It has been fun.
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Did we become civilized suddenly and decided against open carry of arms😀
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That is sort of me right now. By the way, I almost cried real tears of compassion today for President Biden. That poor man with his “what am I supposed to do now?” Waiting for someone to tell him what is next? Maybe they let him go home again.
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Patience Oneta.
We waited for four years for your hero to unravel and degenerate to an insurrectionist.😀
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This was a gorgeous and inspiring piece of writing.
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Thanks Drew.
Appreciate it.
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This is such an awesome and heartfelt piece.. Just loved it.. 🙏🏻😇👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻…
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Thank you so much. Really appreciate your kind words.
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It was my utmost pleasure.. 🙏🏻😇
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🙏🙏
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