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And, The River Runs Through It

Those sweet memories still linger in my mind
The chain of mountains,
The birds singing their song,
The outspread meadows...
And the river that runs through it!
I still see us walking along the river bank
Holding each other's hand.
And as we lie down on the grass,
Interlocked in arms, looking at the sky,
The rock sings for us, a melodious song,
As the river runs through it!

I still go there
Sometimes in dreams and sometimes in real.
The birds are still singing
And the rock still sings.
Everything is unchanged except the fact that -
You are nowhere to be seen.
You have crossed over to the other side of the river,
The outstretched field of heaven

And as I sit on the grass, sorrow grips my mind
And... the river runs through it!

– Aarti Honrao
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
July 13, 2000

 
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