I flow

Like a river i flow,
i flow until i slow,
gushing and raging until i slow

pick woods, travel pebbles but i never slow
carry mud, carry life but i never slow
they are a part of me, picked from here and dropped there, but i yet never slow
weights on me, of you and them, i still dont slow

one element i san and bind with the other
dont stop, dont halt, i continue to flow
such am i, colorless, shapeless, curiously lot of weight of my own
but those on me feels no burden, no weight of their own

i flow i flow, vigorously and exuberantly
until i have my own bed of sea and thence i slow

Poetry (My abode)
-Arpita Misra