May 24, 2021 · Poetry
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The Bridge

The bridge standing over the river,
Always ask it shivers,
Oh! river are you flowing forever,
Shining in the summer,
Overflowing me becomes winner,
Me never be happy,
To seeing become friendly,
Crowd passing over me,
seeing to shake me,
you feel hilarious,
innocent,to oppugation ,
Slightly lovingly help me,
it’s a perilous truth.

Written by..Buddha Prakash;
Residence- Maudaha ;Hamirpur (U.P.)

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