
Is it fair?
That the river, flows for endless miles.
Facing every stone, every thorn.
Yet, she keeps flowing with time.
The river,looses her sheen.
Her purity, her calmness.
Still,she keeps keep flowing,
Just with one aim, her only destiny.
That someday, her waters,
Would reach the sea.
And, then, the sea,
Itself overflows,
To pour its salty water,
On the sands around it,
Which had come drifted by the winds,
Form far off lands,
and are there just because,
The sea yields them benefits.
The sea flows onto them,the sands,
But leaves her, the river untouched.
Is it fair?
-Alisha