The Blue River

The blue river,
Is so very cold,
That it makes me shiver,
And seldom bold.

The river is blue,
Is it really true?
Or is it telling a lie,
As it reflects the color of the sky.

The river’s color is now fading away,
Because it is getting dirty day by day,
The only thing I can say,
Is that it’s our fault for which we’ll have to pay.

For the river we’ll take revenge,
To help her out we’ll take a pledge,
We’ll never let its color go wrong,
To save her this will be our theme song.

Published by Chitrangda Goel

Hey it's me , Chitrangda Goel. I am a student and I live in India. I love reading and writing. I thought of having a blog so that I could share my thoughts and my imagination with all of you. Other than writing I love playing squash and listening to music and of course I love dancing.

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