Poem:
The Bank Of River
By a quiet river,
Where whispers of secrets whisper.
A great institution stands, proud and lofty,
By the river, loved by all.
Its walls are decorated with old stories.
Testimony of untold destiny,
A refuge of trust for the needy,
Where dreams are nurtured and hearts are heard.
By the river, a ray of light,
Guide weary souls through the dark night,
With pillars of integrity, strong and pure,
A haven where dreams endure.
Within its halls, a symphony of voices,
As coins are mixed and paper is mixed.
A currency of hope, a place of care,
For treasures and ideas beyond competition.
At the center of the bank, a great hall,
Where ambitions rise and fortunes fall.
Traders and merchants, eyes full of passion,
Navigating a series of financial trials
transaction echo,
From marble arches where dreams scatter.
Entrepreneurs looking for growth opportunities,
Strategizing, analyzing under strategic skies.
Behind polished desks, bankers give,
Calculating the value of risks taken,
They see the waves.
Balance of profit and loss on both sides.
Their fingers dance across the ledger page,
recording distant expectations,
Debt and investment, a tapestry woven,
With hard working hands, their dedication is unwavering.
On the banks of the river, the citadel of power,
A haven where darkness flies,
Even at the time of temptation and corruption
It stands like a pit, protecting life.
But beyond the ledgers and golden gates,
There is a goal that no one ignores,
Because the original wealth of the bank remains,
It touches lives, guides souls.
It lends a hand to the struggling few,
Nurtures dreams that once seemed shaky,
A supporter of growth and change,
A power by the river is very strange.
It binds communities together, is bound by a thread,
Encouraging spirits, dispelling fear,
Through scholarship and philanthropy,
It nurtures growth, unlocks destiny.
Generations have sought comfort and benefit.
A refuge from pain within its walls
By the river, an eternal shrine,
Where love and compassion are intertwined.
Because money is just a tool, you see,
To create a world of equality,
And within these walls, it is supposed,
That wealth is beyond coins and virtues.
So raise a glass by the river,
Where dreams are nurtured and hearted.
Proof of what a human being can be
When compassion and ambition are intertwined, free.
