can some one tell that flowing river we are by her side.
we all can see her and didn't allow others we kept her hide.
we thought her as our aspiration but she always moved fast.
the surrounding made her beauty for her banks were last.
the force' the pride' the courage she shows didn't match clam around.
incomplete was her beauty without us still she resisted silence with sound.
we thought we were same landscape she adamantly said wait till i overflow.
oh god are we beggar because we live on her we accept we are slaves.
we loved her so much that we cannot remind her in summer you will slow.
let us all sing the chorus of pain and undermine her by making caves.