Written by: Barun Kadariya - 29053, Grade VI
Posted on: 02 August, 2022
Behind the trees beside the field
I feel a river floating in a speed
Heating sun heated the water
Animals feeling heat of the water
Falling water from the sky
Where are the birds trying to hide?
I think there is no end of time
Where do you think is heart of mine?
In the cold being the ice
In the heat being the air
I think for a while it is a way
Which always passes away
River flowing from the mounts
Come to the hills and being loud
Flows deep to the end
At last sleeps on the plain
