Poetry, Tributaries.



Are a wonder of nature.

From a river,

Either big or small,

Flow around the laid said path,

Quenching the thirst and needs of millions who come in her way.

Sometimes, a tributary makes new paths and way,

It is the beauty and miracle of the lord that,

He blesses the humanity,

Though they are much far apart.

Like a tributary, Lord himself is unknown,]

Who knows?

One day,

When he might show himself,

Beholden in his majestical wooden throne.


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