I was a calm river
Why you touched its stream ?
I was flowing in my direction .
Why you turned its direction?
Why you touched my clean stream?
Touching my stream again and again
Why you teased me?
Do you want to get drowned in it?
So, you touched my stream again and again.
Don’t you know that
Every river is destined to meet its ocean.
You’re not that ocean
In which I will converge.
You’re not that rudder
Which will be accompanied by my stream.
You’re not that shore
Those who came by my aside.