The Fast River

As I fall into the fast river,
I wonder why it rushes so,
But never when it will end,
Nor how swift its currents flow.

It felt the same, yet faster still,
The river’s pace I couldn’t see,
A never-ending journey,
But I had to yield to its decree.

I wanted to cry out for help,
But the river silenced me,
Hoped for a long, enduring ride,
But the river raced relentlessly.

The sky grew dark, and now I see,
The end is drawing near,
How quickly I’ve arrived here,
Facing the deep, dark ocean with fear.

Now, I drown, with no one to save me,
Sinking deep, wondering what lies there,
Something untold,
I guess I'll know when the darkness unfolds.

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Sudesh

Nice Poem. Keep it up.

Punya Prasad Kaphle

Impressive poem, Momahahang! Keep expressing yourself through writing.

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