Arti Honrao

Rookie (20-09-1977 / Bombay, INDIA)

And... The River Runs Through It - Poem by Arti Honrao

Those sweet memories still linger in my mind
The chain of mountains, The birds singing their song,
The outspread meadows...
And the river that runs through it!

I still see us walking along the river bank holding each other's hand.
And as we lie down on the grass, Interlocked in arms, looking at the sky,
The rock sings for us, a melodious song,
As the river runs through it!

I still go there
Sometimes in dreams and sometimes in real.
The birds are still singing and the rock still sings.
Everything is unchanged except the fact that
You are nowhere to be seen.
You have crossed over to the other side of the river,
The outstretched field of heaven!
And as I sit on the grass, sorrow grips my mind
And... The river runs through it!


Comments about And... The River Runs Through It by Arti Honrao

  • Rookie Simple Simon (2/4/2007 4:58:00 AM)

    Arti's thoughts flow like a river in this poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mary Das (11/1/2006 5:18:00 PM)

    Hi Arti, nice poem. Sweet memories are nice to remember. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 1, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 1, 2005


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