Don't you always get on your knees
With folded hands
And covered head
You greet him
He might turn into a stone
Don't you shower him
With so much Love
That he becomes unfaithful
In awe of this
Yes, I am a river
And I know my talents well
Which ever direction
I like to move
Paths are carved for me
By itself
In God's name, I sit and drink
If there is poison in it
It shall be destroyed
In itself
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