Each Thought, A Drop Of Intuition Falls Poem by Mohammad Younus

Each thought, a drop of intuition, falls,
One after the other, they rise and call.
Soon words gather—a small pool takes form,
A stream, then a river, in rhythmic swarm.

With every drop, my mind overflows,
Intuitions as mighty waters grow.
The river broadens into a lake,
Each line a ripple, each thought awake.

Words shaped to poems, flowing free,
Each verse holds a touch of eternity.
I cannot stop, for mother thought births more,
Each intuition opening wisdom's door.

From an endless ocean, they rise and fall,
The tide of truth, answering the call.
A mystic I am, bound to the real,
In joy and peace, with wisdom's seal.


MyKoul