Rain floods river
River joins sea
Rain and river lose own names
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Dawn! ! Love in the hut. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you Valsa George. Your words of encouragement fills my heart.
I enjoyed the first half of the poem where you have described how names are lost dramatically.
Thank you Prabha. We are identified in so many ways. Sometimes our identity is lost to a new one
Poor boy steals bread and earns a name 'thief'......spotlight is put on one of the burning social issues!