The Waters

The Waters

The waters I see,
The waters I perceive in me.
With just a glance,
The waters you desire not to be.

Has not a shape, an image,
Takes the shape of what it runs through.
Is no stable, for goes on changing.
Is once a drop and then lost in the mighty ocean.

It is but life…..
…..indeed
….. Has the wrath to take that too!

Having no individuality,
Tell me; tell me, what is you?
The waters I see,
The waters I perceive in me.

Matter has three forms,
Waters you see in all these forms.
The fourth mystery form,
A part of that is me too.

Change alone changes not,
And everything else does.
Change is the law of nature,
Yet so reluctant to thee.

I constantly change,
As a drop showered from above
I hit the rock,
Crave my path through,
I grow as a stream.

I change, I change, I grow as a rivulet.
I change, I grow as a river.
I grow, I merge the seas.
I give myself and see me stand
As the mighty ocean.

Every drop of water makes the mighty ocean,
You see, it is but me.
Life indeed, indeed death too,
See through, for I am but the Creator’s chip.

The waters I see,
The waters I stand as me.