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The flow ebbs and stops,
It meanders and bends, twisting itself to mould
At the precipice it pauses as if contemplating...
Should I take the leap... and then it flows right in

Yet..the mockery of inevitability..
It meanders or speeds with reckless velocity;
Changes course at will or delights in ambling along,
But, did ever its nature know otherwise?

Can it fly, can it find another identity?
Exploring the vast canvas, trekking through the knowledge that beckons
Thirstily it looks up to quench its dream
But, the more it reaches towards the sun, the more droplets evaporate

The sun mocks its insolence...you who can be turned to nothing dare to dream
As the last speck of water disappears under the harsh criticism
Vaporizing into nothingness.. but is it truly gone?

Where are you? it cries out in violent resignation
Gentleness surrenders to the grey turbidity
Reflected all around.
The lashings of tears fall freely
Droplets...those vanquished by the "powerful"
Returning to their source