by adithi

our rivers twist and bend
they have a long journey to the sea
no dirt no dust ,all so tidy
near the bank grow their crops
in the river they wash
their clothes
and to one side ,there stands a bed
and with their water drops fill the air
i have no idea what a nature is.
their is a mango tree near the bank
in their path there are some houses
in that play some children
they always come to play
near the bank

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