a poem by Jayati

Don’t plan your life, just let it flow,
flow with the tide to reach the sea.
You’ll see a many banks on your way,
banks on which there are large cities.
Banks with rocks and trees that shade
banks with sprawling wide space;
Clusters of nameless hamlets, villages
people bathing in leisure and haste.
Banks with factories and mills
raising black sooty smoke;
Banks that sink into deep waters
till they are no more.
You’ll find yourself
in the clouds-
Up above
the sky-
Getting ready
to return again
From where
you once began.