This Life Is A River

This life flows like a river; Cutting a curvy path for itself; There is a motion it has born with; It keeps its promises as it moves; Hard luck of stone Checks its sides; not to swell Beyond its ambition; The roots of the guarding trees Give the river dreams to see Beyond its ability; The moon turns it into a ribbon And throws stars into its lap; Beyond the chain of hills it slows down To take breathe To rest a while squeezing itself, Dead like a beast in hibernation; Corpses are burnt by its sides It watches the flames touching the sky The souls flying away like birds It sweeps away the ashes and identities