River and Lake both of has own flow,
One never touch the sea, another has glow.

I was boat riding on the lake,
It was swimming by southern wind.
Around was dump, but my inverse;
Cause couples were buss to evening tucked.

Everyday come and go thousand and one,
They getting bless from their own part.

I did compare myself with lakes,
No difference; I give up another always.
Thereafter think about rivers, I could not
Touch my dreams; It’s lost their shores.

Who knows Lake has spring and words of hope,
But can’t touch the sea for lacking of heart’s rope.

Writer : Shahzada Salim Reza