The River

By Ibtisam Hussain

It wanted to flow But was stopped by. It wanted to flow But was held till dry. It wanted to flow But was never given space Even after all the prays.

That’s when it decided to break the boundary From sides, above, beneath to set itself free. That’s how the river made its path Bringing all the pebbles, stones and rocks under its bath

By Ibtisam Hussain