your intuition your guide ( after Twice a river) guardian

Your intuition your guide (  after twice a river) Guardian)

 Sitting by the perennial river

In my hamlet, my abundant gratitude

For the unfailing River, when the adjoining

Village struggles of intermittent drought,

Cannot imagine how could life be without

Water, observing my son playing kites,

 Wonder how will he when he grows up

In this   world of Trying and crusades;

How can I unravel the story of our exodus?

From a remote war-torn place, when religion

and economy pushed us to extremes.    Love

and Language always shape us human beings,

hate none is the dictum, but love self is the

immediate order, for depression is the deadliest

of the canker as far as I know; he must learn the

  to assess   and observe surroundings and be

guarded by intuition. Dictates of intuition --

the    expertise tutelage. Majestic roars and mighty

  ocean are always ever since creation by us.

 Can you run to the ocean at the time of thirst?

 The Earth that bears dead and living also

Bears sinners  and seditious, My son! You need to be

 Cautious and patient ever folding your hands to HIM.

A  mark of respect for the departed,  and  silent by

Silent offerings will be  feasible. River always our

Best solace  and boon