At The Bank Of Subarnarekha Poem by Prasad Sing

The wind is touching my lips, making my hairs free.
I can feel now comfortably that the time is passing.
The boat is drawing it's golden line on the time.
Though the line is being fade to the morning sun.
The ducks are here, present, to say that you are back again.
A falling leaf touches my head and remember that day of four years ago.

There is change, in me, in the nature and in the banks.
The time has destructed the banks to the sands and passing more fast.
As my life's most beautiful moments has turned to memories.
We can't write on the sand, so the memories are just to give pain.
The bank could be rebuilt if you make your memories, your heart beats.
Or one day you will be the same to the sands and the round stones.

I wrote her name on the sand but the tide came and washed it.
I realized that time changes but love and nature remains unchanged.
The day was passed and I visited the bank again.
The sun setting down then but the oppositeness does not matter.
There was no difference to the morning and the evening.
Only tired hearts were coming back to home enjoying the breeze.

Time could make outer changes but nature and love remains forever.
May be the bank is not rebuilt but it could not stops the river.
Time can't stop the river to be sinked in the great deep ocean.
Like it I am also now sinked in the ocean of love.
Now I can't fade by the Noon's sicorching sun.
But I can make the time loosen by my ocean of love.