Like the River Cooum, your life will flow…
Like the River Cooum, your life will flow…
Once fabled, to be full of beauty, joy, and splendor.
In the canvas of the mind, the radiant past will glow…
Where have all the beauty and joy gone, you wonder!
Like the River Cooum, your life will flow…
Murky, filthy, stinky, and beyond redemption.
The present drifts, everyday bearing every punch and blow…
Draining you clean off all your grit and gumption.
Like the River Cooum, your life will flow…
Promises of a cleaner stream, still widely dreamt about.
Life will change, you keep believing, no matter how hard or slow.
A promise of a better tomorrow, no doubt… no doubt.
Like the River Cooum, your life will flow…
Every single day, promising a better tomorrow.
The tomorrow always eluding, the present always about though.
Deeper and deeper stretches, the ever-darkening burrow.
Like the River Cooum, your life will flow…
Darkness, so deep, filth, so thick, and the stench so pungent.
Yet you keep waiting, yearning for a time without woe.
Dreaming, yearning, worrying, as your cells go astringent.
Like the river Cooum, your life will flow.
Eventually ending in the salty waters of the sea.
You just keep waiting, without any intent to grow.
Your life turning into a salty puddle, is all you will see.
- SriVishnudasan
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