Guest poem sent in by Ankur Agrawal , as part of the Poems by Authors theme
(Poem #1364) It Isn't Time That's Passing
Remember the long ago when we lay together In a pain of tenderness and counted Our dreams: long summer afternoons When the whistling-thrush released A deep sweet secret on the trembling air; Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows, Black rose in the long ago summer, This was your song: It isn't time that's passing by, It is you and I.
This poem has all the trappings of any Ruskin Bond prose: the creation of vivid images from nature to convey emotions, an elegance born out of simplicity, nostalgia and yearning for old friends. Like most of his other writings which I read as a schoolboy, this doesnt fail to strike a chord instantly. Ankur Agrawal Links: Biography: [broken link] http://www.penguinbooksindia.com/AuthorLounge/aspAuthorDetail.asp?aid=32 A great site once you get past the design: http://members.rediff.com/ruskinbond/