The river told me a story Few lines stuck my ear Like clinker Hidden by the winds Probably trickled down the lips. A moment is gone Red hues and the story. I stay tight-lipped Waiting for the right time For the river told me It will be red again. Keeping a promise With me To flow again Below the dazzling sun Amidst the chirruping birds Poetic birds. Listen to my story then Brought to me by the river."
- Snehal
