Life flows like a river
With many twists and turns
Once it crosses a path
It flows on ahead not to return
On its path it meets
Many ridges and terrains
It goes on singing aloud
When love flows like rains
Life flows like a river
And meets its end in a sea
From many cuts and bruises
It is now calm and feels free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Metaphorically well-penned