Originally posted by: ayushimehra
So Becoming of Afsana of Akdha is going to be ready, so Lets Witness of Their
soul-Mate story. Ameen.
CV please, Ameen this, because OUR HOPES ARE SO HIGH, so please not disappoint us.
Again Ameen.
Ayushi,
I have replied in BROWN color above...For rest of the post the reply is here below..😊
The Major thrust of your Post is that the Saga of "Jodha Akbar" will go on forever , come what may...This reminds me a POEM i studied as a KID in one of my school textbooks...I do not know but somehow, reading you it came to my mind...
I am writing that Poem here, with special emphasis on the lines which i marked in Bold...
This POEM describes the " Journey of Life ", as it keeps moving despite all obstacles coming in its path..
I am trying to Draw a Parallel of this with Jodha Akbar Story .!.I thank you, for i have ONLY replied to 2 posts of yours till date, but i automatically came to remember many Old things from Past.!!.
Poem: I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
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Beautiful Post Ayushi..!!!.. 😊
Edited by history_geek - 11 years ago
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