DRIFTWOOD
Tired of wandering
I sat on the broken steps
Of the old ghat by the riverside
Watching the driftwood
That started its journey
No one knows where
But somewhere up the river
Caught in the current
And in the whirlpool unawares
I tried to lift it
But
It slipped through my fingers
Dipped into the water
And drifted away
Rather danced down the river
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