Water, it is sometimes reflective, sometimes it is
destructive,
None of its nature does care for living, it moves with
freedom,
While flowing in a river, or in water pipes, for human
use, and
Life is still here, domiciled, or imagined staying of
solvency.
In my last tour, you just carry sun-rays in your
reflective swirls,
Boulder-road is built, silent wave thread, pedestrians
moving
Alongside vehicles, river bed works as platform for road,
Water not making whirlpool, water makes whole decision
for
Human being, it does not tilt basins, or break shore,
peaceful,
In my today’s tour, you have built a chasing universe,
stresses
Within water drive, along past-present asymmetry, and
It is always not to be seen, it is yours pattern, not in
Accordance with fanciful, radial pattern, and there is
A chiral revelation of water molecules, central growth,
It repeats in every rainy season, and it becomes more
Excited when water released from dams, to protect them,
Water, it is your transportation, I do not mix it with
legend,
And the river does not leave from here; it does not make
fossils,
Wave after wave, it transverses life, carrying certain
Capability to move us for living and doing
something exciting
