Flow less or nothing
Death sure for one thing
Rain may lash out
Devastation may talk about
Waters may try to accommodate
Rush to shore and relate
It is casual
Nothing unusual
Every year same show
There after death slow
I meet no where
Disappear
in between somewhere
With new fear
I have to stay
As life line and show the way
To all those who needed
As I am wedded
My fate may be uncertain
Yet I have to maintain
The sanctity and holiness
With all that smiles on face

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