Man on the river

Look , a man is on the fringe of the river
Where water and bridge and sand meet.

The man is passing by and he will touch
Its waters in reverence, for purification.

He comes from hills holding a stomach.
The river is moody for the rainy season

But sleeps on restraint ,when ego swells
Less with no rain in a far off mountain.

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