The River

The river nearby my city Flows as in charity, Without indulging both the banks Sometimes it scares people with its pranks. Folktales says about that river In the far past he was a man clever, Upon a time he fallen in love Like carrying messages always do a dove, The girl from a higher tradition Was unable to stand with his expectation, One day he jumped off a bridge across a river Without anyone noticing him gone forever, After sometime he rose like a phoenix Became a river and started to flow scenic.