Lone Life Like Dead Wood
Late summer storm fells the defoliated tree
Over the hill slope it rolls on to the stream
No branch survives the rough downslide free
Entering the stream like a dead log it swims.
Lying on the lap of stream flowing down the valley
It starts its long journey on the cascading waterway
Far from lost home it rolls, the bends it doesn't see
Ensemble of boulder and mud holds it at bank bay.
Later when flash flood erodes the embankment
In strong surge the log starts the journey again
Keeps pace with wild rush of the water current
Even if the final destination it can't ever ascertain.
Drag of the rough times uproots my forlorn life
Enshrouded by despair I turn into a dead wood
Afloat on the turbulent flow of the ordained strife
Drift unattached to unknown destination I should.
With a free mind I float on the time's eternal flow
On the move I don’t remember where I used to be
Only the soul knows my home where I shall go
Drifting like wood my memory has no memory.
August 9, 2018
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