Downstream she went along
To find him at his favorite spot
Watching the sun set slowly
While lost in his own thought
She always wondered about him
What is it that he sees there
What draws him to the place
Into the sun why does he stare
She remembered all their talks
Of a future bright and beautiful
The stream flowing by the house
A picture they painted vivid and wonderful
She asked him about his habit
Of sitting downstream every evening
And he would just smile and say
Its the part of their being
So today she sat besides him
And watched the sun go down
And enjoyed the lovely sight it made
Like the stream's end wearing a crown
And then she understood it
All the things he didn't ever say
She felt it with the breeze
And in the way the trees sway
She sighed ever so slowly
Then she sang her favorite song
The smile crept across his face
And downstream they went along
To find him at his favorite spot
Watching the sun set slowly
While lost in his own thought
She always wondered about him
What is it that he sees there
What draws him to the place
Into the sun why does he stare
She remembered all their talks
Of a future bright and beautiful
The stream flowing by the house
A picture they painted vivid and wonderful
She asked him about his habit
Of sitting downstream every evening
And he would just smile and say
Its the part of their being
So today she sat besides him
And watched the sun go down
And enjoyed the lovely sight it made
Like the stream's end wearing a crown
And then she understood it
All the things he didn't ever say
She felt it with the breeze
And in the way the trees sway
She sighed ever so slowly
Then she sang her favorite song
The smile crept across his face
And downstream they went along
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The origin of was this poem was the most unlikely... Somehow during a chat among friends, we all veered to a discussion about downstream processes and downstream reports.
To break away from the work-related talks, I just took the word 'downstream' and came up with the last paragraph of this poem. Egged on by the positive response of my friends, I made it into a poem :-)
So a big THANK YOU to all my friends, first of all and foremost to HK, the primary source of getting me to stop being lazy and start posting on the blog again. Lady you really rock and truly serve as an inspiration to me everyday. She is working hard to create awareness about Celiac disease in India. You can find more information from her at Celiac Desi
HK also did made this superb pic to put on the blog, which by her own account is also her wallpaper.
P.S. - I don't know to whom the image copyright belongs to. If you happen to know, do convey my regards to the copyright holder and also if you can share the contact details, I would be much obliged.
