I want to be a river.

You want me to be like an ocean
that possesses a heart big enough
to allow the myriad rivers of emotions
to add the brine and filth
collected from every nook and corner.
You expect me to be level-headed and calm
like that deep serene ocean
that never swells with anger and pride,
and seldom trespasses the limits.
But I don’t mind being a tempestuous
and indomitable river sometimes,
that surges in rain,
arrogant and incapable of concealing emotions.
One that roars like a rebel
and destroys what comes in its path,
not to be abided by any periphery,
rules and regulations.
It expresses what it hauls within
before settling down once more
as a nonchalantly flowing rejuvenated river.