If Only I Could Be
ACHINTYA Sural
Kolkata, West Bengal
If there were a rhyme like this---
When all seem silent, cold and dry,
It hums like a little river,
Flowing forward beneath the sky.
A rhyme could easily exist---
When minds are locked in endless debate,
It only seeks the wisdom within,
Crossing the limits to grasp its fate.
A rhyme is not rare at all---
When all are lost in hurried streams,
It stands like a banyan, deep in thought,
Meditating in its ancient dreams.
Somewhere, a rhyme may linger---
When arrogance fills every place,
It bows like a tender gourd vine,
Touching the heights with humble grace.
These rhymes belong to lively souls---
When floods sweep the river high,
They steer upstream with courage intact,
Singing alone as they pass by.
If only I could be like them someday,
Breaking life's chains to fly free,
"Living" would mean far more to me.