My sparkling river
is a weaver
of dreams,
it gleams
when people share
their festive air
and weeps
when ships
are lost
in storm, frost.
Part of it
is philanthropist
quenches thirsts,
but bursts
in pride
when inflated by tide.
My river is unseen,
rushes within
a multidimensional frame
till completes a game.
True......each and every word is awesome.......loved it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My river is unseen! ! Thanks for sharing.