The Old Rock Poem by Khirod Dalpati

Sing not of the old rock
Where moments had been spent;
Sing not of the rumbling river
Where came along my mate.

Sing not of the breeze
That had gently passed by
The blue mountains all around
And up above was the sky.

Sing not of the bygone days
Sitting and talking together;
Where only have laments left
Memories of old scattered.

Sing not of the running waters
That had opened their ears;
Flowing by with laughter
Carrying away all my tears.