Along the banks of that river, On dusky gray winter mornings, Had you walked, you would never Forget that voice that brings A melancholic feeling that pushes you Towards those memories of your past When you felt happy and sad within few Seconds, yet wish staying there till last. The girl who was of a medium height And not so sharper features, yet Made it up with her smile and gait And curly hair made it hard to forget. On days when it rained early she would Bring an umbrella that was cute like her. I followed her like a puppy then and did Not have anything else that bothered. Most of us would have crossed that stage, Hoping that we would be like that always. It gets stored deep and turns as vintage Memories that we reminisce these days. Spring comes but only once in our lives And we cross it without knowing this nice Season won't come again and later wish That we should be there after we missed.
Spring comes but only once in our lives And we cross it without knowing this nice - loved these 2 lines the most... rgsrinivasan garu, one more wonderful poetry from you :thumbsup
Thanks Prerna, for your appreciation and quoting the lines you loved most. All of us who crossed that age, long to go back. Isn't it? -rgs
Yes definitely. But I feel that the beauty of those memories lies in tht they cant be revisited... If those days were able to be revisited, then they would not be tht beautiful as they were!!!
Just a small request Prerna Madam. Please address me just as 'rgs'. Can you? Happy to receive many feedback from you today for this post. Thanks. -rgs