Masters Of Their Own Will Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Masters Of Their Own Will

Rating: 5.0


The white cotton clouds
Masters of their own will
Lighter than the faintest breeze
Trundle freely along the skies
Searching for the border of the horizons

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 18 July 2020

What a wonderful and lovely poem. Beautiful, beautiful description of clouds. " Masters of their own will." A brilliant thought of a clever mind with compelling imagery. Onto my Poem List.

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Nosheen Irfan 06 October 2019

Awesome imagery that illustrates the idea of freedom in the most delightful manner. Humans must imitate the clouds and become masters of their will. A deep lesson to be learnt from the greatest teacher...nature. Top marks.

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Unnikrishnan E S 06 October 2019

Wow! You have captured it right. Man is born free. Just like clouds in the sky. But lives in deep deprivation. With all the forces pushing and pulling him in all directions. His targets in or beyond the horizons remain elusive. Man still desires, dreams of freedom. Where do we end up.

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Mahtab Bangalee 02 October 2019

the wings yes, flying wings of the cotton cloud over the sky continuity in flying for upper lifting! o freedom there you are no doom for free will born! ! ! !

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Unnikrishnan E S 02 October 2019

Thank you, Poet for the appreciation. Obliged Sir.

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Susan Williams 03 September 2019

I too am a cloud watcher! ! ! Love the shapes, love cloud races, love how the sun paints them, love them passing over the moon. And like you I love watching them stretch for the horizons! Love, love, love this poem. I put it on my fav list and give it thousands of starry-eyed 10's *************************************************

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Unnikrishnan E S 04 September 2019

Part 3 I could not give such lovely life to my daughter. For, my work forced me to city after city. And she had spent her childhood in many cities, where Sky was a rare sight. So were the clouds. And in between, TV, Computers, mobile phones etc encroached our lives. Our time were stolen. Life hijacked

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Unnikrishnan E S 04 September 2019

Part 2 As children, we used to try to relate the shapes of the clouds to anything we could recall. Like elephants, bulls, deer, lion or trees. And then watch closely, as the clouds moving with the breeze, they change shape. Wonderful we’re those days. And Susie, a big thanks for all those tens.

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Unnikrishnan E S 04 September 2019

Thank you, Susie for such a picturesque write on the poem. Your words take me back in time, by half a century. I had spent my childhood in a small remote village, in days when there was no TV, Mobile phone, what’s app, nothing. Only books and the biggest open book, the nature. Contd...

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Rebecca Navarre 01 September 2019

Beautifully painted, beautiful feel! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ...............................+++++

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Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

PUTHENCHIRA, KERALA, INDIA
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