The River Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

The river flows with boundless force,
Its power resounds in every course.
Greedy hearts turn pale with fear,
Selfish souls grow weak, unclear.
They do not grasp the river's truth:
Its waters muddy only with time's loss.

In the whirlpools, the fragile drown,
The strong and steady hold their ground.
Those with courage in their chest,
With steadfast will and moral quest,
Seek only petals pure and fair—
Inclusive, just, beyond despair.
And so they journey, long and true,
The river's strength carries them through.