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Ocean Of Purity vavroovahana Patra

Beautiful Mahanadee flows with gaiety;
In all creatures plays waves of delight.
The vast river mingles in the Ocean;
She magnifies the beauty of creation.

All creatures quench thirst drinking water;
Bathing in the river derive purity, pleasure.
The river smiles in the lap of Nature;
Attracts all creatures, pure for ever.

Hindus, Muslims, Christians bathe in the same water;
All are sisters and brothers.
She penetrates rays of purity in all people of Earth;
The lovely river is an Ocean of mirth.

Sun beam kisses the river, magnifies her beauty;
Her lap is a perennial brook of delight.
Lovers enjoy on the cosy sandy lap of rivers;
Solitude, peace, love reigns for ever.

Poets depict poems, derive inspiration;
She is a fairy, Beauty of God’s creation.
Weary travellers rest a while for peace and pleasure.
The lovely bride contents their desire.
vavroovahana patra

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Cross River My River

We are a people from the river
So you do not withhold seafood
From greasing our hungry plates
And giving us savoury taste
As our fathers deploy nets and bamboos
To court fish for the fire at home

Our people paddle their boat
To the centre of your being, and made boast
About the day’s catch, snatched from you
But you do not rage and swallow them up
For the way they gloat

Oh! Sweet Pretty River
You flow to nourish our land like Eden
And supplyfruits and vegetables at no price
To you we owe our home called Paradise
A place flowing with milk and honey
For which we did not pay a penny

Cross River, my pretty river
Mother of all goodness and blessedness I hail
No name would have been better
Than the one you gave a people
Cross River, my pretty river I hail
Serena Eyo

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Into The World

Plant, slant, pant, ant, chant!
Into the world;
With the muse of your words;
Sunflower, flower, lower, power!
With the ways of the world.

Into the world;
In the jungle,
With the muse of the darkness around.

Of the sign!
Because, i saw you in my dream;
Last night.

The Yellow River,
The Blue River,
The Red River,
The Black River,
The Green River,
The Brown River;
With the muse of the world,
And, with hope coming out from the light.
Edward Kofi Louis

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Standing On The Wooden Bridge

Standing on the Wooden Bridge

I stand on the wooden bridge,
Just in front of my house,
Facing west, watching sunset, painting the sky red,
Pale moon hung on the eastern sky,
Listening to the frogs, brown birds flying
Across the lalang field,
Finding corns and grains.

The river flows gracefully underneath the bridge,
Carrying its brownish current,
With its swirling dimples on its surface,
Sending coconut husks, future seeds and dried leaves to the sea,
Bandung grass grows along the river bank,
Swaying right and left, a playground for frogs and mudskipper
And sometime bend down as if they want to drink the river water.

Sometimes there are a few biawak swimming in the river,
Peeping from the water surface,
They will run away if you throw stones into the river,
My brother likes to do that,
I feel cold breeze from the Batang Sadong river,
Coiling around me, as if they want to play with me,
A beautiful scenery that I will keep forever in my heart.
Ismim Putera

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