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The Seething Rage

Mar 2, 2023
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By Veera Jogi


As the mighty river gushed,

Down the alpine mountain,

Beating the river banks,

She found her course down.


Rivers, conventionally are the hallmarks of serenity,

Their stillness represents patience,

The gentle rowing,

Represents a soundless decorum.





Years and years of affliction,

Caused her to toughen up,

Her tranquilness was traded, for a ferocious flood,

Whose wrath drowned all those causing agony.


By Veera Jogi





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