Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Down The Memory Lane - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
When I look back to my memory lane,
I feel like Matthew Arnold at ‘Dover Beach; '
River bank, golden sand, holy stones and dancing waves;
Like breeze at dawn on sleepy faces,
Jumping waves, hitting the bank,
My buddy meditating at, Har Ki Pedi.
Taste of "Prasadam" is still fresh to my soul,
Echo of conch shells and joy of devotees;
All are like a divine message to ear and eyes;
Boatman lost in ferrying his boat;
Trying to take pilgrims to divine road,
And devotees bathing out, their pain and worries.
Drop by dropp God created this Ganges,
Like life from a seed creates a tree,
Her water is one with life and purity,
With divine drops, flows on earth;
Waves, boats, lamps, saints are fixed in the eyes;
God drives her daughter to sooth His children.
As the Holy water kisses me,
God, waves, waters and us, one with divine;
In the holy land of Haridwar,
Like a petrified child coming out of dark,
To introduce man to his creator,
To deliver peace, happiness and Moksha.
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