/Poems

The River

I may not have any form or shape

I may not taste like the vineyard grape

Because I am just a river

My job is to go on forever.

I flourish the deltas as i go

So that happy farmers can reap and sow

Because I am a mighty river

My job is to go on forever.

You can slow me down by building a dam

But am as nasty as your inbox spam

Because I am a bubbling river

And my job is to go on forever.

I may be gone for some time in summer

But I will be back, like the majestic hummer

Because I am a tenacious river

My job is to go on forever.

Throw me garbage, excrete and all assorted platter

I manage to eat them and still give you good water

Because I am a forgiving river

My job is to go on forever.

You can throw any hurdles between me and my ocean

But whatever happens, I reach destination

Because I am a focused river

And my job is to go on forever.

Any reason for my existence, other than the water?

Oh dear Man! I have many lessons in my journey to cater

Because I am a wise river

And my job is to teach you that life goes on forever.

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Krupa

Krupa

I am Krupa, a regular nutcase, with a crazy impulse to write lot of stories and poems. Am Indian, crazy, creative, bookworm, incurable romantic and insatiable Coffee lover.

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