Sowmya Hiremat

Oh I am eroded
Everyday like the
Mineral rich sand
On the beach by
The flowing river.
A still hermit like
Me is made a 
Vagabond by the
Vagaries of this
Onslaught of life..
Leaving me lost,
Seeking my true
Identity amidst
The sparkling
Liquid of time .. 
i never find it but
I see villages on
The banks,green
Carpet appear
Flowers amidst ..
Children sinking 
Their feet in me
As their mothers 
Soak the sun &
Wish they could
Stay on me forever..
And this at times
Fills my heart &
Eases my need 
To find myself &
I think maybe ..
Loosing myself
To the flow is
Finding myself.