All the rivers are not under your control.
You the proud mountains,
the queen of northern lands
has lovely arms and shoulders
and from dawn to dusk
round the clock
and around the whole year
it withstands the hardships of extreme weather
brings water that is sweeter than milk
it builds our muscles not to knock out you from the ring
but to fight from the falling rocks
and deadly land sliding
the earth is destined to face.
After the deadliest earthquake of human history
that is yet to come,
in that sources of rivers will be changed
in that courses of rivers will be changed
and water that gives life
will crush all the rocks like you.
And on that day river Kunhar will not be alone.
So many new rivers will start dancing on the holy green land
singing the song of thanks to the nature.
You might not be seeing those daughters of mighty mountains
but I can see and I can predict.
Green lands will be greener in the future.
Dear Akhtar Sahab! Is that you in the picture? If that is you, i am so happy to see the wonderful poet! Yes! Sometimes, mountains do seem so proud and stubborn! The rivers flowing smoothly and gracefully cannot be underestimated.! An interesting comparison! 100+++
You might not be seeing those daughters of mighty mountains but I can see and I can predict. Green lands will be greener in the future. Let's hope so. Beautifully narrated poem with a great hope for green land and alive nature. Thanks for sharing sir.
The picture of you is a great distraction from your lovely poem. I am lost for words to describe that distinguished looking gentleman in the picture. Thank you sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rivers always change their course and in its workings Nature always creates new green pastures. Very nice to see your picture by that beautiful river picture. Thanks for sharing Akhtar Ji.