|The Power of a River (standard:poetry, 143 words)|
|Author: Rashmi Mann||Added: May 09 2011||Views/Reads: 1449/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Musings on the power of rivers|
The Power of a River Rashmi Mann Cascading along the mountains Moving in a rhythm, feeling the breeze Thrushing along, no inhibitions to please Flowing at the break of dawn Flowing in the midst of the night She turns and trembles, her instincts are right. She is accused of rage when she is ecstatic When she is perceptible, she is fancied by the romantic Her composure is unpredictable Her nonexistence would be incomprehensible Her path is her own, original and satisfied Its her ways to which the nature abides To every brook and bridge she can be led By the powers of nature or satan's ahead Poise and power would be hers till eternity Her character still, would remain to be contradictory Yet she flows feeling the breeze Thrushing along, no inhibitions to please. Copyright @ Rashmi Mann ( written in ca 2008) Tweet
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