The Rock in the River

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28/11/2014 by Siddiqui Fayesal

There is no sound more calming than
The sound of a flowing river.
Constant, rhythmic, unabating;
As it crashes against the rocks in its path
That have been there for years and years.
Persistently and unapologetically.
With the same rock-solid resolve of the very rocks
That she is trying to move.

As I sit by her calming self I wonder
Whether the ghost of my past
Will ever give way to the hope for a future,
Or, will it remain as unmoved, unnerving.
Maybe it’s too early to say.

The river has been at it for ages,
But is she complaining?
Maybe the point is to
keep trying, keep flowing,
And maybe someday, through her penance,
Either the rock would allow her to pass;
Or melt and disintegrate to become a part of her.

For now, hold on brother!


NB: One of the most moving one that Watson wrote. A subtle determination speaks out from the depth of his person. Personally speaking a poem of this sort makes me want to read the next one with eagerness.

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