The river seeping down the hill,

Crossing every hurdle, everything in between,

Leaving behind the pleasures of beginning,

Moving on the path where there is nothing but struggle.

It still streams down the hill, across the plateau,

To meet the end, the ultimate end,

Where it would find solace,

Where the journey would end-

The place where everything may not be good,

But this place has to be achieved anyhow,

That is the ultimate aim.

The river reaches the end, gets mixed with it,

Loses its identity,

But at the same time gets a new one that of the sea,

The vast one, a new identity.