Compromise

All it flows like an unconfined river,
And I am one of the pebbles,
Drifting along the times,
Sometimes sluggish, sometimes swiftly,
Losing the contour and the skin I got.

All it grows like a stretching tree,
And I am one of the shed leaves,
unaware of where this dark night will lead,
But losing my dry soul this autumn,
Will enhance the charm of trees for sure.

All it soothes like this embellishing room,
And I am one of the curtains so elegant,
 dancing with this strong wind.
The dust sometimes hits me hard,
Still I guard those unveiled cards.

All it tastes like any other cappuccino,
And I am one of its ingredients.
Mixed and blended to give it savour.
I was appreciated for giving this recipe a name,
But still never accepted the way I was.

In the dim light of moon,
Shines this charismatic river,
The wind touching my chest,
Comes after plucking those leaves.

The pebbles unnoticed,
Or it may be the separated leaves.
I am pleased for the love they express,
But this very moment
I see a different shade,
Compromise under the name of love.

I stand still, facing the window,
With the coffee set for appreciation,
The breeze knocks for space,
Hitting those cuddling curtains.

The juvenile curtains,
Or it be the luscious coffee,
I am pleased for the altruism they express,
But this very moment
I hear their silent voice,
Compromise under the noise of life.

I feel like being a mirror,
Never cleaned for years,
Still how can I show you, my love,
The same old image.

I tried reflecting back what I got,
But failed even this time,
Since under the name of a relation,
I am compromising too.

P.S. It's an very old poem which I completed this morning.