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Jan 2018
Fresh and so pure, from the mountains I rise,

Melting down the glaciers, by the graces so bright.

Tracing paths of nature, the soil I carry;

Not knowing boundaries, claiming nature's glory.





What mistake was mine, for the path I made,

Is not by choice, but by travel I gain.

Giving is my nature, water so pure;

I see no name or breed, life is all I need.



Unending I flow, between mountains and seas;

Stop not my path, my fury you will see.

I nourish your soil and nurture your food,

Bring you your soul, sinking down the throat.



Let me flow my way, for its not yours to define;

I giving along my path, no matter what.

I don't charge you for my service, its my duty I've pledged;

Don't stop me from my doing, disaster will I r eturn.



When nature is so generous, why be selfish you human;

It's not yours or theirs, my path is my choice.

Feeding is my nature, flooding is too.

Don't make my eye tear, for generations you will fear.

-thewordlight
Sindhu Parthasarathy
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Sindhu Parthasarathy  24/F/Sweden
(24/F/Sweden)   
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