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The Madness of Gurgling Rivers

I am addicted to the madness of the gurgling rivers that weep in silence,

And the lofty pine and spruce trees that whisper something in my ears.

I am sure, I understand what they have to say.

Sometimes, I too feel it that way.

Hope one day they realise.

We both are built from stardust.

Neither I am strong nor superior.

We both are alike torn between the struggle of existence,

Cherishing the life that we’ve been bestowed within this galactic space.

Let thy spirit be high in love. Namaste

Pragati Chauhanhttp://melodyofwords.com
I am a soulful woman who loves to conjure up my thoughts and write. I thoroughly enjoy creating art and expressing myself through words. I believe words have a certain kind of melody that can be understood by everybody.


  1. True that, this is evident in most parts of the country. No collective measures are being taken to curb this problem. Because our fellow beings are too interested in fighting over superficial things that has no end. Thankfully, we have the power to imagine. Hence, I constructed it so I could recall my Himalayan roots and the beauty of those magical rivulets.


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