Life is flowing with time ceaseless ahead
As its each flow encounters the strangely new;
Adopt, adapt or confront them hard-headed,
It in your doted form will never pass through.
No fact if you're a pro or playing about,
You are floating in the ebb and flow
To suffer rugged pain when dry in drought,
When rain casts you out to racking alien powe(r).
Down the mainstream, or staling in backwater -
By banks of sand, crag, mound or muddy mass -
Is caught your life, since you were sourced out ever,
Sea bound or it ere that away will pass.
Flowing is time. Do flee or fall or flow on;
It's momentary - from, and back to, the Creation.
- N. P. SAMAL
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