Walking by the stream <br />without purpose <br />brought back memories of the good old days. <br />Throwing pebbles <br />to watch the ripples. <br />Soon, the stream would become <br />placid once again. <br />Childhood delights! <br /> <br />The placid waters, <br />Forever, a source of joy. <br />The turbulent flow, <br />when it rained <br />and rained for nights and days <br />would disrupt all activities. <br />Yet, the restriction was only temporary <br />For the rain would always abate. <br /> <br />Keeping pace with the humdrum, <br />exigencies of day to day existence <br />unmindful of the bountiful pleasures <br />that Nature has bestowed, <br />Time to halt! To revive good old times. <br />To count the stars in the moon lit sky <br />or watch the moon hide behind the clouds. <br />The leisurely stroll helps move forward with rapid strides. <br /> <br />Hema Ravi,11.09.09.<br /><br />hema ravi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reverse-forward-again/
