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Oct 2013
Although it breathes like air to common eyes
It flows in secrets as though in doubt
That fills the fish with suspicion and lies
The human wonders what its all about.

Feigned to keep its force till end
Trees that lived died well before
The clock struck twelve a new day was born
Its thirst for life was all the more.

Then in sudden haste a voice sings
To rush nature to infernal swing
What should be the fury of the wild
The human hand with worship brings.

And all the words cannot bring back
The lost river for once reserved
In sight of some love lost eyes
Its beauty in thought may be preserved.
Written by
Ajay Seshadri  bangalore
(bangalore)   
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   Md HUDA
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