She moved a slow pace,
Like a thirsty river..
Embedding in herself lot much quench.
Raging at times as she quiver.
Sweeping all sorrows in the path,
With all ebbs and highs..
Desires seeping through caverns and,
passion touching the skies.
Pilgrimage at one point,
Ignored at one..
Being dumped with sins,
Yet unfathomed by none...
Take her for granted not anymore,
For one day she turns savage..
Engulfing the entire civilisation,
Marred serenity transforms into ravage.
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