Outside Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I want to sit by the stream
And see the sun rising in the East
I want to catch the cold wind
Flowing soft through the mist

I like to sit here for long
To watch changing colors of the sky
How they appear for a minute
And in a minute they suddenly die

Dipping my feet in water
I like to sit here humming a song
I watch the peaks vanishing afar
As overhead clouds are gathering strong

I feel cold rushes up my body
As I dig my toes into shifting sand
On the other side of the water
Light dances upon vast stretches of land

I like to sit there for ever
And enjoy beauty nature does offer
Though I have much wealth
In my musty room I feel like I am a pauper

@ Anil Kumar Panda 14/12/2015