She Flows To Sustain
When the soothing zephyr knocks my window,
It awakes my soul from night’s shadow.
An agility which didn’t fade even in darkness,
Civilizations breathed for life in her freshness.
Candles floating on the surface of holy existence,
She has always been vital for human subsistence.
The blooming flowers along the banks,
The thirsty branches of higher ranks,
All mirrored in the heart of flow,
A reason enough for anyone to glow.
Recall your maiden meet, when she touched your tiny feet,
You laughed in innocence, dabbled your feet for another treat.
She flows to sustain, she runs to remain,
She rolls to rely, she moves to mesmerize.
She is waiting for me at other end of life,
I dream, to be with her, for the whole life.
The canvas of life spreads between birth and death,
The course of a river stretches between source and sink.
Yes, the banks of river never meet,
But her existence lies in the distance indeed.
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