With Pride Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

River is life line
And considered as divine
Many cities have come up on banks
And many have sunk also

It is civilization
That links he relation
Sings purely in praise
With water's chase

It flows with pride
To decide
Course
And never to come back of course

Such is called water flow
That allows
The prosperity to grow
And peace to show

We throw dirt
Wash the cloths or shirts
Make it impure
For spoiling the future