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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the banks of a river....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some marigold flowers, <br>Incense sticks, a match box; <br>And an earthen diya with wick<br>In a bowl made of dry leaves<br>Held together by twigs; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood at the banks<br>Of mother Ganges in Haridwar, <br>After paying change <br>To the young boy <br>Who put it together for me<br>At that morning hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I lit the wick and incense stick, <br>And holding it in both hands<br>Walked towards the river bank<br>And put it in the lap <br>Of the river, watching it<br>Join other such offerings, <br>Made by devotees and kin<br>Of loved ones gone<br>A long time or just <br>The night before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a trip <br>Long overdue, <br>To say final goodbye <br>To my ma and dad, <br>For I was not with them<br>When they breathed their last<br>For reasons beyond my control<br>Of which they had no clue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I felt sad, <br>And missed them bad.<br>One day feeling desolate <br>I shared my grief, <br>Loss and longing<br>With a dear friend.<br>Ever compassionate, <br>She held my hand<br>And said, let go<br>As the soul feels in earthly bondage, <br>Let them rest in peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day in the last week<br>On that day in the last week of December, <br>I sat at river bank<br>Watching the turbulence…<br>Sun light scattered on<br>The bouncing waves<br>Northward bound, <br>As if the river knew <br>Where it was going.<br>Somehow I felt calm<br>To see it in motion<br>As I took some water<br>In my cupped palms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever since, I know <br>They live in me <br>At all times<br>As sure as I know <br>I am alive as I breathe.<br>Now I wonder <br>Why did I grieve<br>For so long? <br>We built memories<br>To last a life time.<br>I</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q>
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Incense sticks, a match box; 
And an earthen diya with wick
In a bowl made of dry leaves
Held together by twigs; 

I stood at the banks
Of mother Ganges in Haridwar, 
After paying change 
To the young boy 
Who put it togeth..."></div>
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