A very old poem I made during my college days. Reminiscing one's youth and a celebration of one's raw talent.
How deep a shallow river is?
How shallow a deep river is?
Is the river shallow to the ant?
Or the river deep to the mountains?
What then is the river?
If I swam and discover
that the water is at the height of my chest.
Is it neither shallow nor deep?
Ask the river and it will not know the answer.
