The River of Sorrows

Sitting on the bank of the river I reflect What would it be like on the other side? Whether there will be thorns of anguish Or blossom and ecstasy of serenity and joy Whether it will be a sanctuary Of birds and beasts and abounding In colorful fishes, big and small Or crocodiles, snakes and beasts of prey I must go across the river, I must My heart tells me the grass is greener On the other side and breeze entices Fragrant and colorful flowers to dance In unison with elegantly dressed butterflies Fireflies blanketing nights of grief With glow of sparkling happiness How to go to the other side? I have waited all these years But no boat ever came this way Tarry a little I can see the hope’s ray A boat has appeared on the bank Oh, no the boat has a hole in the bottom Someone has abandoned it as unsafe It can’t take the beatings of cruel waves But destiny there isn’t a way out for me Hail, thunder or storm . Across the river I must go The boat may be damaged and frail though May be the boat sinks mid-stream My cherished goal turns in unfulfilled dream If I drown why should I cry? With me my anguish will also die Before my agony further grows I must leave this bank of throes