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.