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There can be no sage,
Who can withstand her rage.
Once she decides to change her course,
She unleashes a deadly force.
The surging mountains of water,
Inevitably end in a slaughter.
She spares neither beast nor man,
For she is no ordinary woman.
She may appear to be calm and still,
Until she decides to kill.
Who do you think is this she?
It’s none other than the river Koshi.
[The river Koshi (also spelt as Kosi) is known as the Sorrow of Bihar 😦 ]
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