RIVER

Nadee...

And the river’s crisp crawling makes me want to swim

The boatman makes his way on the river

The farmer use her in his field

Does she hesitate why all have used her?

And the bank of the river engraved with Kash Tandi flower

Look alike white lily at the hair of village woman.

When the naughty wind touches them, it swings like waves

And sometimes hide them in the lap of river.

She is very monotone, hilarious, and speedy

Ever since she has changed her path

The heap-of-sand gathers on river bed…

It makes pleasant to his neighbors, who must be benefited using these as fertile

But other falling tears as flooded river destroyed by her severe flows.

River, never mind why she is here

Still she is our well-wisher like our mother.