Seeing the dry river,
I avoided it,
Soon the river began to weep bitterly,
Then I could not stay away from it,
I ran towards it anxiously,
The dry stream pleaded me earnestly,
'Dear friend!
I may be dry now,
I know it is not suitable for you,
But wait for a while,
I will become full and perfect soon
With the abundant tears of my grievous eyes,
You will surely write me then
With your famous ink.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A great imaginative write. Well crafted with a meaningful message.