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The Singing River

Apr 05 2008

I shot this little video at Charleston Park, which is right beside Google’s Main Campus at Mountain View, California. After doing my laundry this morning, this was the first when I actually went to check out the park. I thought of tying the video up with a poem I wrote couple years ago. Enjoy!

There’s an old singing river that flows by my door
Each morning I wake and hear its tender song
As the water gently flows from the hills far away
Every bird in the valley, every heart sings along

There’s peace in the valley each hour of the day
Oh, serenity dwells while the blue-sky glows
The folks in the evening, sitting by the fire
They sing old songs while the cold wind blows

It wasn’t long ago when I was a child
I’d climb up these hills to the sky
Growing with the pines, sailing in the river
Here’s where I’ll live till the day I die

Sometimes I wonder about life in the city
Way they live every day and night
But, I’ll stay around in the green of my valley
Growing with the mountains so warm and bright

Though I have had my share of losing times
When tears don’t stop and words are few
Down by the shores of the sweet singing river
I’ve found faith in the early morning dew

Sometimes I lay listening in the night
As raindrops fall on my window pane
Like the night bird sings the last song of dusk
While the moon stands still in old lovers’ lane

So here’s to these hills and here’s to the river
Here’s to the winds that hold me tight
Oh Himalayas, I sing just for thee
Show me the path of evergreen light.

Dedicated to the Great Himalayas
Gautam Dhar
11th October 2005
Lansing MI

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  • rashmi 14 May, 2007 at 7:34 pm

    Amazing ..
    For sometime your words created a place so wonderful ..so peaceful !
    reminded me of the foothills of himalayas ..

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  • Arti Honrao 6 April, 2008 at 9:44 am

    Hi!

    I agree with Rashmi...

    GBU
    Arti

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  • T A RAMESH 7 April, 2008 at 2:43 pm

    Your simple and beautiful narrative poem gives vicarious pleasure. What you have enjoyed we are also able to enjoy equally and exactly as you did. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem with us.

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  • Gautam 7 April, 2008 at 2:51 pm

    Thank you TA 🙂

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  • raju 20 October, 2014 at 10:02 am

    Your words flows just like soft singing Himalayan river...

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