Ode to a river

As I stood watching the flow of river
I wondered when and where
it"ll change its course
to merge into the mighty ocean.

In the twists and turns of life
when I'm at crossroads
I envy you O' river
for I'm a mere toy in the hands of destiny.

In this hectic flow of life
I do forget to dream
my nightmare is the Whirlpool
into which I may get eddied into.

O' river your incessant flow
many tributaries with scant concern
for neither name nor traduce
naught weary of false identity.

Whether the tranquility of lean season
or the fury of flooded monsoon
O' river you show me the way
to streamline my life, be certain of destination.