The River
The river nearby my city
Flows as in charity,
Without indulging both the banks
Sometimes it scares people with its pranks.
Folktales says about that river
In the far past he was a man clever,
Upon a time he fallen in love
Like carrying messages always do a dove,
The girl from a higher tradition
Was unable to stand with his expectation,
One day he jumped off a bridge across a river
Without anyone noticing him gone forever,
After sometime he rose like a phoenix
Became a river and started to flow scenic.
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