It’s
stagnant in the ponds
Stock-still, stinking
and turbid!
Waiting to dry up,
waiting to die.
Teemed with worms and
germs!
And it’s coming from
ocean
Foaming and cracking
the billows
Trampling the way of
thousands mile
Cherishing the divine
dream in the heart!
It’s playing in the
lakes
Azure or bluish
crystalline
Clear, dauntless even
in marsh
Through the roots of
lotus
And it’s flowing in
the rivers
Constantly though
confined
Within the limits of
verges,
Like a staff of crone
Inhabiting villages
over villages!
It’s oozing in the
wells
Stealthy footsteps
and self controlled
Bashfully dispelling
the gloom there!
In the curiosity to
serve the world!
And it’s collapsing
in waterfalls
Reckless and resolved
With laxity and
brusquely
Pelting down in
torrents!
It’s singing in the brooks
Burbling in poet mind
Growing weak in
treading the soil
With mild footsteps
like pilgrims!
And it’s trickling
down from the eyes
Chaste, holy and too
honest
In the impulse of
bliss and grief
Dissolve the man into
mankind.
And it’s also seeping
through the skin
With the fragrance
and self respect
Fluffing the dreams
of proletarians
Giving them relief
and happiness.
Values are bound to
change
By the names, by the
qualities!
Water but remains the
same
Though change in many
forms,
Exactly like me and
you, him and her or it
All are the names and
the forms of
Only one divine
spirit, divine soul!
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