My world has been shaky,
I have oft been told.
In the rivulets of ecstasy
Have I often refused to dive.
Just like a flower, I stand -
I look at the river flow
It halts not even to my heart's cry
For my lips never let out a bellow.
He churns me each day - grandfather time,
He stands each day at my door
I gaze at him with an unperturbed look
I gaze as he comes and goes.
Is it the men I fear in this little place?
I have often replied a no,
None do I fear in this world of ours
Except for my own ego.
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