And soon I should forget everything,
like a river does – the chill at her birth,
numerous falls on flattened beds of rocks
and, silts gathered from her cruel active days,
when she would embrace the ocean at last!
I wonder if the oceans feel alike,
when they too make the journey of their own,
evaporated by the ruthless beating
of a bare sun, flowing up to the sky
to form the kind-hearted and rain bearing clouds!
Or perhaps humankind is not that fortunate
as the rivers and oceans of the world
and cursed as well to drag their memories
to their humble graves, doomed to be forgotten soon!