indira babbellapati - And I flow...

Unnamed river of mysterious origins
At the high mountains, am i
Flowing in multiple paths
From the terrains touched
Do I get my myriad names…

Some lock my flow
Some block my rhythm
Some quench their thirst
Some wash their murk
Some just pass me by…

I feed
I flood
And I keep flowing
Absorbing all yet at core
I’m what I am at my origins…

02feb2010
07.20hrs

indira babbellapati

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