Nature
The soul that ran though me,
urges to set itself free.
For the vital reason, I guess,
to link with nature without interface.
I sat reclined with the thought,
sordid boon is what human birth has brought.
Distinguishing myself with the soul.
one has destination, the other has goal.
I could feel the breath of drop in the rain,
the silence of valley, the modelling of grain.
the howling wind in the winter night,
the calm dawn with cheerful sight.
I am muddlehead where to go?
The biased life has several motto.
While setting the priority, I ignore the soul wish,
I cannot set you free, this life is selfish.
Woow my friend. Keep posting your Poems. Really worth reading.