Unnamed river of mysterious origins
At the high mountains, am i
Flowing in multiple paths
From the terrains touched
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‘Absorbing all yet at core ‘I’m what I am at my origins…’ Yeah what you’re that you’re… Kept you enigmatic as ‘Unnamed’ ‘Mysterious’… No you’re not so you’re Poetica Naturalis Voted 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
That unnamed mysterious river and the flow still a dilemma, a great poem dear English professor!
Some lock my flow Some block my rhythm Some quench their thirst Some wash their murk Some just pass me by… M'am what wonderful lines. When man with nature, her anguish can be understood. yet she is resilient. She ebbs and flows..wonderful work m'am...
a lovely poem ma'am.u never fail to touch the cord of the reader's heart.i simply loved it.
nice work Indira, as always it made me wished to contain and allow no single dropp left flowing because i believed..its all gold
you are talking about Ganges or someone else, is not clear in the poem, indira....just think about it, dear.....
Nice flow. Keep on flowing.