The River of Memories
The flow of fresh water
Down the mountain
Like sprinkles from a fountain
Makes clouds of tiny drops
Spreading like shawl
Over the blades of crops
Cools the air in warm
Fevered brain gets calm
Form fork of rivers
The surface of its water
Reflection of our dream
Reminds me of race
Of childhood mimic fleets
Threw them
Ran with them
Cheering shouting, clapping
Swim fast.
Till it reached a whirl
Made them wet
Engulfed them
And were gone
And the one
Fought the waves hard. Won.
Our childhood innocent memories
Swim on the surface
Laughs loud
Echo with the sound of waves
Rebirth of our playful Youth.
poem by Jahan zaib
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