The waterfall ...
Falling alone
Falling down is a waste
This is also aware of it
Still the fall is part of it
There is no answer to his loneliness
Falling is his nature.
If it was tied, it had ponds
If you find the right place in the mountain
He turns into a beautiful look...
His, his joy to all
I am jealous of his presence too
There's no option since we're not like that
They have too
Jealously its beauty with those eyes
They have a drink.
What does a waterfall have to do with it?
He falls into free joy
Until then in his life
There are the right places...
The waterfall is not pretty at all.
That's all his job flowing and collapse...
Perfect place to give him beauty..
Gives the right turns...
Happiness is not of a waterfall alone..
Of every turn of it ,
Even of the journey with it
The happiness is equally passionate...
Are you that curve or nah?
This is the real question...!!
- Sagar SB
This poem talks to your Soul ! Feel it and you will get your meaning... may be the meaning to your life too.