The river should flow as and when the bend comes..
Why this twist and turn in your life should take away the mast from your hand??
Be not afraid...hold your head high...
Steer clear of all the dangers with the dagger given to you on a wintery night by the Lord of the land......
.....you shall surely bypass all the traverse...amidst the leaves spread in the red carpet garden!!
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Today my name is yellow,
I am no more as white as I used to be,
I am no more a eagle
Or an owl sitting at night,
I am as you would say it at peace.
If I grasp at you now,
Shall you turn me away.
River wild, carry me beyond
to the world where you are weed,
sand, beach and a playful chorus by the bay.
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