A River Of The Will

A river of the will,
Plays in my mind.
I call her to come out,
But she stays behind.
She flows and says-
O, let me do the thing,
Which I desire;
I'm now a spring.
Just telling this,
She jumps from myself,
Riding on a cloud,
She flies like an elf.
With a pensive mood,
I sit by the window,
It starts raining outside,
My room gathers shadow.
I think, where's my will?
She isn't in the sky-
A whisper comes in my ear,
I can't believe my eye....
The drops of rain fall there,
Wetting my hot face,
Tell me-'Dear we are here,
Giving you cool brace.'
Then go back to the river,
To be again the cloud,
To flash with the thunder,
To roar aloud!

by Neela Nath Das

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Outstanding poem, I quote my fav lines: I sit by the window, It starts raining outside, My room gathers shadow. I think, where's my will? She isn't in the sky-
Then go back to the river, To be again the cloud, To flash with the thunder, To roar aloud! A beautiful rendition of reincarnation, if you believe.
Dear Neela, such a wonderful poem of the day. Congrats for being chosen...........10++++++++++
A lovely write that captures the reader.
congratulations on poem of the day, this is a lovely poem
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