River Stages Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Falling from the mountain range,
With my full force,
I bathe the rocks and pebbles.
Following my never-ending course.

Moving upon the rough stones,
Now, I am a river
Forming clusters of white pebbles
Which can halt never.

I continue to move along,
With my full current and speed,
Passing through every hurdle,
Whether it is a rock or weed.

In my unchanging direction,
Further I keep on running,
I drown the land and earth,
And the mud banks while flowing.

I pass through the villages,
Stretching through miles and miles,
Widening at some places,
Near the stones' piles.

I make the strewn pebbles,
Plane and smooth like crystals,
And the small natural gifts, I preserve,
For decades for you to conserve.

Finally, I reach the delta,
From my starting point of peaks,
Which is my destination,
Then I form a maze of creeks.