A Stream, River And Ocean

She was born
The stream, from an old spring and eternal mother.
Goes down n’ down with
The help of the power of the spring,
Till she becomes mellow.
Now it’s a beauteous young lady river
Flowing down with strength
Carrying the only desire in her heart
Constant prayers of sweet whispers,
To meet her beloved.
Not that it’s an easy journey. For hopeless,
Lazy hours are endless to stop her fate.
But none she cares
Accompanying other women, her road is clear.
The God like creature wastes her youth
For dams, bridges, litter are in her bosom,
Instead of the jewelry of pebbles, foam, fish and
Precious gems she keeps for her beau,
Are taken for his own desires.
But none she care
The desire to meet her beloved makes her mature and courageous
For every woman is destined to her ocean.

I'm from Sri Lanka. I'm 17 years old. This is my first poem. I hope you'll enjoy my poem. Thank You.