I Am The Flowing River

I Am The Flowing River short poem

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You are the city by my side
I am the flowing river
I have came to you stepping down from mountains
I have to mingle in a huge sea
Even more huge than you

At times I was tied by dams
Bridges were built over me
Still I came to reach to you
You are the city by my side
I am the flowing river

To ensure my flow
I kept my banks apart
And they could never meet
“O hard heart-ed river,understand our love!”
Kept crying my banks

I thought nothing of me or my banks
But of everybody else
No matter how harsh the times got
I kept and kept on flowing

So,now you please don’t ask me to stop for you
You are the city by my side
I am the flowing river

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What I know about myself is that I am in love with my life. Coming to writing poems,its like an unending journey for me,which allows me to search the unsearched,find the unfound and write the unwritten.I am looking to get in touch with u all through this wonderful site.And yes,I have one published book too,''WO CHALTI JA RAHI HAI''.Apart from this,even the thought of travelling entrances me.
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J.rid
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Loved your poem yes the flowing rivers regardless what man puts in its path, must and does go forward to the whole.

V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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How elegantly the river speaks! Beautiful.

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