• ateebafatima 55w

    A river

    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?