River of Life

They asked me to draw river of my life!
I started thinking: what features it does.
I draw a face, deeply in thought,
Then ahead of that, ways of changing.
I tried to change whatever I could,
Till I reached the peak, it was a waterfall.

Yes, that is true, I was independent!
I waited long to gain it my own.

Since then life was wide lands of dawn,
blessed with sunshine of nice people in my life.

I walked all that way with so many up and downs,
Till I turned to a lotus,
laying on the water with peace and solace.

I still can feel the beauty of that time,
When I was so light, like a butterfly.

What happened to me that I lost my wings?
What made me so heavy, not able to move around?

I am feeling lost, trapped in the mud,
No more beauty, no wings to fly!
Yet no challenge, no attempt to move,
Am I dead yet? Or just ready to die?

My soul is dead, lost all the transcend,
all those moments of spiritual joy...