My life is my contributions always
All through the path I was giving
lavishly for all without any accounts
Kindly with love, care and empathy.
Not botherd about the returns
They flourished on the banks
And I was happy, ever satisfied.
Don't ask me the foolish question
What did you get for, in return.
My duty is to develop my environment,
And I did it, do for the times to come.
The soil became black, soft and fertile,
Their Yield was great, made them rich,
They offered lights to me and prayed,
To bless them, To be kind and love them.
As an young mother to her newborn baby
I was always caring, loving too much.
Now I can hear the sound of the ocean,
The ultimate goal, God's ultimate destiny.
Yes the river makes the soil fertile blooming garden awesom until it flows to ocean. Altruistic rivers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All through the path I was giving Not bothered about the returns.... //.... The poet is a great observer of nature which is integral to the man's growth and survival. Rivers have been instrumental for the growth of civilisation and agriculture on its way. Thanksfor sharing.