Arti Chopra

Rookie (16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

The Soft Wind Blows - Poem by Arti Chopra

A soft wind blows lovingly
The leaves rustle in a silent sigh
The lone bird cries piercingly
Singing of days long gone by

Memories come rushing in
Imprinted yet buried In a silken shroud
The soft wind evokes long buried emotions
Lifting the shroud and letting it fly

Memories have not yet withered
Nor has age let the sap run dry
The soft wind releases buried feelings
Feelings I thought would shrivel and die

The soft wind now has a sweet fragrance
Bringing salty tears into my weary eyes
Blow gently, oh wind, blow sweet
The first love lives on, never dies


Comments about The Soft Wind Blows by Arti Chopra

  • Rookie Deepak Sawhney (8/10/2013 1:21:00 PM)

    Very very beautifully expressed. Touched the heart. A 10/10 for sure. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013


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