Here the stream is so calm
As if halted by the bridge.
Here the water is emerald
As if painted by an artist.
Here the leaves are glossy green
As if polished by Mother Nature.
Here the ways are velvety
As if designed by fairies.
Here the clouds take a dip
As if swimming with us.
Here the wind sings its melodies
As if inspired by Zephyrus.
Here we meet our memories
Each one is most precious!
Here is the old tree
Its arms are as inviting as ever.
We look up wistfully
Yearning to swing on them one more time.
The birds are singing the same song
That soothed us everyday.
We try to sing with them
But our songs sound discordant now.
© Balroop Singh
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