River, a moving landscape, has no fixity
It moves from one place to the other
To take the shape of the place where it flows
Rivulets become a river, to merge into the sea
When a river is submerged into the sea
It becomes a part of the humanity, like the blood and tears are
“Time is a sort of river of passing events”
Life is like a river, think of a river when you are drawing the map of life
River is nature, as forests and mountains are
But river is not forest or mountain
It flows, it has no ups and downs, it is not dense or sparse
It is deep or shallow
River needs life, as life needs river
Mars had rivers, billions of years ago
Mars has no life now, as it couldn’t sustain rivers
We don’t ride a mountain of life, or, roam in the forest of life
We cross the river of life