The river flows and tells the usual tale,
Of love and its highs and lows,
And the nostalgia kicks up a gale,
Yet all drown in its sweet flows...
The river meanders within its banks,
But not necessarily to meet its sea,
Sometimes to dry up mid way in its flanks,
And sometimes to flood the hearts fully...
Wish this river flows full ever on,
To fill the hearts with forever love,
Never to parch ever again,
To fall in its sea in unison in love...
© Arvind...
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