[Dedicated to the dead rivers of Bangladesh]
Once these paths were rivers,
These fields the processions of water.
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Nature perserves the nature and we being a part of it for the sake of its beatification we destrored we put poison and still a slow poison is put by us we the self destroyer, and our end....Allah know better
wow, i like this poem. there are many have beens that young people never knew of and it is so nice that at least they would have a glimpse of those such as this fairy tale of yours.
But the nature prevails always. Thanks god! Well done Poet and thanks for sharing with us your poetry!
That the paths which were rivers and the fields processions of water have all now vanished makes you tell a fairy tale.Wonderful! Thanks for sharing
A pretty poem with river imagery that is great to picture. Like it lots.
Thanks, dear Mirna Morgan. If you ever come in Bangladesh, you will find how true my poem is in the context of my dear motherland. We have lost almost all our big and small rivers.
They took your river but remains a path! ! ! Not so good but at least something is there! Beautiful
Very beautiful poem representative of deep emotions that flow underneath like a river where dreams float like princess on a peacock-boat.Emotions dance to highs and lows like silver fish in dark water.Thank you for sharing such a marvelous poem.
Many many thanks to you, dear poet, for your nice comment.