River Is Crossing Its Bank Poem by Gajanan Mishra

The river is crossing its bank,
The sky is coming forward,
And my poem is dazzling as you see
with the new leaves and wind of the spring.

And with this I have not deposited anything
And my balance is zero, as the balance of payment
lost its value before the CCTV placed before.
O my dear, still I love the flower here.

Come, my dear, please come, and let us
go for a walk together throughout the world
Just as a mere creature and see varieties of
incidents that are occurring in our presence.

Let us feel, we are parts of all those who are here,
Let us feel also, we are parts of all those who are everywhere.