She is
like a river
ever wakeful
she is
like a mountain
ever standing
firm
she is
like the wind
blowing
continuously
she is
sometimes
unable
to get a glimpse
at the seasons
within herself
she is
sometimes
unable
to get a birth
in her own river
she is
sometimes
unable
to savor
her own flavor.
(Painting : P Gnana)
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