Running in a hurry, a river
Hiding nature's all flaws
Braces herself against
all the odds!
Look at her grace
how polite she is,
Embracing us all
How munificent she is!
As an independent soul
making path On her own,
Never stops never lost, even
Summits are Bowing before!
Eureka! She gushed out of the rocks
Few in deserts some are in north,
So powerful with all her brooks
Never looked back, only move forth!
Shimmering in dark, following her Fate
Sharing all her Wisdom along the way,
On getting Mature she might get lost
But without Her can ocean be formed?