Saturday, October 16, 2010

looking at the river standing on the sand poem

robe of the time is slipping away from my hand,

looking at the river i am standing on the sand ,

river is smooth and it is wide ,

trying to tell me stories of life ,

which he had to face in the race ,

but still did not loose its grace ,

bearing unbearable makes a diamond from coal ,

by playing hard you can make some goal,

feeling the painful distance among both sides ,

hearing the sorrowful silence of evening's eyes ,

receiving a friendly smile from moon ,

forgetting the hard look of sun at noon ,


  1. really beautiful poem, i love the rithym of the poem, tq 4 share :)

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  3. Beautiful poem and photos! :-)


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  5. I Loved the lesson of being patient present in this sweet poem.

    Thank you , sister.



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