In the crust of the earth, unseen and unheard -
Flows the hidden river -
She is in the moist running through soil.
In the soul of man, unperturbed and unperceived -
Flows the hidden river -
She is in thoughts meandering through conscience.
No complaints, she is not in the troubled waters.
Nor does she have a destination to reach in time.
Hers is a journey never anticipating an end,
She is in ecstasy, hers is a mindless flow.
Defying all logics and reasons, she stays hidden.
Futile are attempts to give her an identity,
She ceases to be the identified, Renewing ever
Flows the hidden river!
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