It’s summer , not a season of monsoon ,
water flowing in the river , no over flow , no gush of water , it’s at the lowest .

I stand there , water in the river , flowing silently , not a single ripple , silent , so silent ,
imitating my heart beat , i stand still , looking at the flowing water , surrounded by silence around .

Me too , surrounded by silence , my heart beating slowly , alone in this world , feeling aching loneliness , as i am nobody but myself.

I am aware , the river , does not goes back to its source., it has to continue flowing , as one has to continue living , till life lasts long .
I AM , WHAT I AM .
mk