GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 20

If rain has a soul, Then river becomes the body; Life swims in an eternal bowl, Even the Gods live here in custody. If raindrops are colours, The river is a painting; Boats and fishes live to see like viewers, An endlessness starts and ends in nowhere. If rain sings itself in a song, Then river is the dance; Flawless performance flows for earthly beings, The celebration simply waits for a chance. If words do rain, The river becomes a poem; 20