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
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