Strong current of river wild
Always troubled; me the child
Holding the ores, rowing uphill
Cursing the distance;
Between
WILL I to I WILL.
Years of cruise and rowing still
The task seemed quite uphill
I only saw unending miles
From WILL I to I will….
Till I met a lady wise
Who taught me to handle the river wild,
To turn into answer; the question itself
That always troubled the innocent child.
She asked me to pause and stand still;
To turn the tables on WILL I;
And say – I will.
Deep inside, a sunrise
The child morphed into a man wise
The distances are only in mind
Little did I realize.
Will I? To I will! A question mark and an exclamtion mark might add to your thought. Just an idea. :) Good Work. DC
Oh my! This is an honor to me. I am filled with happiness. Mmmmmm! I love this poem. One thing...You write 'cursing' the distance? To me 'cursing' has a negative shadow surrounding it. Consider a more positive side, maybe like embracing, or challanging, meeting, or communicate, learn patience with, or gather strength from. Showing love to the distance, teaching the cursed moment... Only a suggestion. I am with pride now. You honor me with your poem! DC
wonderfully penned.. 'I will' two very strong words.....10 for dis.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely piece Nikunj....10 of course