life is a boat in the river.
A boat tied by two ropes,
on the opposite banks
pulling the boat to
the two banks simultaneously.
One rope is in the hands of
Inherited ideologies,
and the other in the hands of socialization
a process that started at home
but developed in various institutions of the society.
Consequently the boat floats forward,
pleasant when it’s floating with the streams,
unpleasant when it’s floating against the streams.
Sitting in the boat I find myself
a victim of conflicting thoughts,
and fleeting of my mind makes me restless.
I am a helpless helmsman
my arms are weak
and when I try to turn the boat
with the help of rudders,
the rudders smile and send a message
through the music of river’s waves,
‘You can’t do it, let the ropes fight,
and hope the best,
just wait for a powerful wave,
that pushes the boat to one of the banks.
You can only pray,
the bank you arrive at is the right bank.’