Esnala Banda


Dry River Bed - Poem by Esnala Banda

The river- was, but died away,
leaving behind sand and stone,
a dry river bed.

The river that once led the way,
To Rameses throne,
Has no more life- dead.

The river from which reeds grew and swayed,
now dead and gone,
all that's left-a dry river bed.

The river that was marvelous by day,
and treacherous once the sun was gone,
is now but a dri river bed.

The river- beautiful, no words could say,
left behind - just a dry river bed.


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  • Freshman - 573 Points Silvi Tripathy (10/5/2013 8:40:00 AM)

    A very nice poem.i liked reading it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 17, 2012



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