The Sailor of Dried Rivers

I don’t fear to die

But I do fear life

Life that I get

Each day to survive

I succeed in doing so

But not in life

I perceive happiness as what I’m getting so

But not able to believe about it

Irrespective of where I reside

I know all of it, is what I decide

I know all of it, is not merely something written in sky

It’s the reaction of my action

The furniture I had chosen for my mansion

The breeze of the river I banked upon

And the job I had left quoting tiresome

Still, I stand with the mindset

That I can do without anyone’s handset

For wings are only needed by the birds 

I’ll fly with dreams within my life bed

I’ll ignite the rocks that are wet

I’ll simplify the puzzle others explain as complex

I’ll withstand the heat

Within my feet

And amalgamate the two

Both me and my life

Doesn’t matter if it’s false or true

It will be a fact 

The day I’ll do 

And all will hail

For the sailor who sailed

From the dried river’s blues.