Commotion in the River

I flow Naturally
Resonating the Melancholic Rhythm
Being the Paradise to sit beside
from staring at Your Own face
To the Stars on its surface..
Don't shy away from the responsibilities of the Dependent Lives..
Yet am Sweet, Swift, Mischievous, Unpredictable: Full of Life!
Until I am stopped by Your Machineries
Attempting to Mould my way
Or Restrict my Flow...

I bear the Forced calmness now
Heaping to a Suffocation
A volcano erupting in Me,

soon preparing to burst
Would Break away all the Walls
Destroy each who Tied Me
The soothing persona
Would convert to
a Weapon of Mass destruction!!