A river originates from her headwater,

Flowing naturally at will,

Making her own pathway,

Carrying eroded materials away,

Depositing them here and there,

Animating flora and fauna,

Making human life easy and graceful,

Flowing for miles and miles away,

Before reaching her destination, the ocean.

This earthling has sprung from the sun, his source,

Gliding consciously at will,

Making his own trackway,

Carrying the acquired materials away,

Depositing them hither and thither,

Playing his modest part to rouse the world from sleep,

Trying his humble bit to make humanity possible,

Moving through life’s hinterland and conurbation,

Before reaching his destination, the sun.

If a stream stops, it sounds stale and stagnates.

If humaneness fades away, human lives go to waste.