In that solitude
In the winter evening
The lean river flowing gently
Down the winding course
Through the silent country.
At its bank
Away from life
I looked back then
To it with love.
Where life love will be more or less for living, greatly written poem, thanks for sharing the poem with us
A beautiful poem on life. The sense of nostalgia is palpable in the poem. The winding course of life leaves its marks on our soul. Beautiful.
Life is for us to love and care of whatever the weather! Thanks for sharing, A, N. Singh!
There is a glorious tinge of sadness in these words. A wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To it with love. Nice work.