By Athar Mudasir
Waiting on Riverside
After a long ride, setting aside of Riverside
Feeling the flow of the river within my heart
How ruthlessly and persistently has torn the mountains
I know it reaches my home backside,
But my curiosity is where it comes from,
I look through the gorge towards the high mountains
I want to cross the river, but its high flow trifles me.
I hired a horse to make travel through the valley
The Horse seems less excited and wants to graze
I look my grace in reaching the peak,
I wonder I had Eagle who will take me in his beak
To reach the peak.
After a long and tidy ride, we have arrived
I found that it is the resilience and forbearance
which melts itself calmly and fashion life!
Waiting on Riverside
After a long ride, setting aside of Riverside
Feeling the flow of the river within my heart
How ruthlessly and persistently has torn the mountains
I know it reaches my home backside,
But my curiosity is where it comes from,
I look through the gorge towards the high mountains
I want to cross the river, but its high flow trifles me.
I hired a horse to make travel through the valley
The Horse seems less excited and wants to graze
I look my grace in reaching the peak,
I wonder I had Eagle who will take me in his beak
To reach the peak.
After a long and tidy ride, we have arrived
I found that it is the resilience and forbearance
which melts itself calmly and fashion life!
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