Sunday, June 04, 2006

The brook

Ah
There she flows.

Can you hear her?

She's a roar now,
over the stones.
Submit they must,
and erode,
she will.

But here,
she sighs.
Soft
as a
whisper,
in peace.
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2 comments:

  1. Tripti8:15 AM

    Neeru Neeru - never controllable

    Really cute poem Jyo , reminds me of that "men may come and men may go but I go on forever"

    You should write more , really neat stuff :)

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  2. Srini9:13 PM

    awesome!!You should write more of these.

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