River Is Crossing Its Bamk

The river is crossing its bank, The sky is coming forward, And my poem is dazzling as you see with the new leaves and wind of the spring. And with this I have not deposited anything And my balance is zero, as the balance of payment lost its value before the CCTV placed before. O my dear, still I love the flower here. Come, my dear, please come, and let us go for a walk together throughout the world Just as a mere creature and see varieties of incidents that are occurring in our presence. Let us feel, we are parts of all those who are here, Let us feel also we are parts of all those who are not here.