A Sad Story

There lived an old man who swims Across the tidal waves and across the river There he loved the river so much As a mothers lovable affection he accepted The great friendship with the river When time to cross the river is arrived He will put his clothes in a little packet And across the river he swims with vigor The river accepts the man as its dear friend As if a good son loves its own mother He merely makes a motion of vibration of hands Only to make a presence of his body to river As the great mother keeps the son with safety She never cheated or acted in haste And safely allowed to swim and allowed to go Years passed a concrete bridge came there We thought the man will opt the bridge to cross The way where he has to cross for the journey Nothing happened, he swam across the river His attitude and habits never allowed to change At last the one day the man was found missing Not traced yet the poor old man, not everybody's concern.