Immortal Poem by Venkatesh prasad Telugu

Somewhere deep inside my head
Thoughts flow like a river
Piling up at the bank
Search for an opening to get out

My mind is like a smart controller.
Controlling the flow of the river
Framing those thoughts
Into meaningful words,
Making them understandable
By fellow controllers like her.

These words never stop flowing
Through my veins
Urging me to send them to the place
Where they belong to

Years might pass
My soul might wither
But these thoughts will live forever
Residing in the controller of the reader

there's no repenting when I grow old
As these thoughts make me immortal