A River Of The Will Poem by Neela Nath Das
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!
Beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated, nice encapsulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Neela and do remain blessed.
.........so unforgettable and a wonderful choice for member poem of the day.......congratulations.....and I loved reading this poem again.....
Never underestimate the power of the will! ! Thanks for the reminder!
What a beautiful poem! This poem flows like a murmuring river... beautifully written....Top score
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-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Great expression. Congratulations and thanks for sharing a nice poem.