#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
It shows the angry face,
The sound of pebbles to bring a friece,
It says the rules of world,
It gives the praises to be proud,
It said them to don't stop me,
Because, I do my work to save this God's world.

© Suguna Priyadharshini