River, Sea and Sewer

They call me a river, I’m always active and running
With my help, the fresh water keeps flowing
They call me sacred and pure as my nature is to give
Sweet consumable water without which you can not live.

They call me a sea, I’m enormous and huge
I contain a lot of water, yet it is of no use
I accumulate a lot, is that my fault ?
Why is my water, so full of salt?

They call me a sewer, I have a very unpleasant smell
My water will make you sick and ring doctor’s door-bell
My water is so stagnant, it hardly ever flows
I feel so useless, I feel so low…

Don’t be like a sewer, you’ll always be restless
You’ll sit and do nothing, to others you’ll be helpless
Don’t be like a sea, You’ll just take, collect and gather
It’ll make your relations bitter, ain’t it a serious matter?

You can always choose to be like a river,
Install acts of warmth and delete the cold shivers..
To give and share whatever you have,
shows your generosity, your gratitude.
Keep doing these acts of kindness,
spreading happiness and love is a beautiful attitude.

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