A Little Thing

A Little Thing

It just runs, not waiting for my call,
I step on it and feel that cool touch,
My feet quench their thirst,
And my little toes play on that icy plane.

I wish i too was that water..
That moves on its own tune,
Not answering the "starts" and "stops" of life;
Not bothering of tomorrow,
With no worries of lost loves,
Nor the sorrow of any departed soul.

As these thoughts crawl in my mind,
I rest myself on a small rock.
Why does this stand here?
All alone, with firm roots beneath?
Offering a shoulder to this broken heart??

Truely this little thing is mightier than that flowing beauty;
Why not I be this rock?
If not the freedom to be myself, like the river,
I indeed have the liberty to prove myself.......