A River..
High from the mountains,
Curving through the rockcuts,
Flowing so swiftly,
Without a full-stop..
Warm currents,
it's running waves,
Creates sounds in a way,
People stands at it's bay..
Noone can stop it,
Nothing can obstruct it,
The way it runs,
In an ocean it ends..
This is a River,
Which makes it way,
This is a River,
Makes the livelihood possible in all possible way..
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Anujaya Pradhan
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