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Masters Of Their Own Will - Poem by UNNIKRISHNAN E S

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

Topic(s) of this poem: freedom

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Masters Of Their Own Will by UNNIKRISHNAN E S

  • Nosheen IrfanNosheen Irfan (10/6/2019 7:49:00 AM)

    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. (Report)Reply

    Unnikrishnan E S(10/6/2019 9:42:00 AM)

    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 BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (10/2/2019 2:00:00 AM)

    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! ! ! !

    Unnikrishnan E S(10/2/2019 4:01:00 AM)

    Thank you, Poet for the appreciation. Obliged Sir.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (9/3/2019 8:05:00 PM)

    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 ************************************************* (Report)Reply

    Unnikrishnan E S(9/4/2019 9:23:00 AM)

    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

    Unnikrishnan E S(9/4/2019 9:19:00 AM)

    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.

    Unnikrishnan E S(9/4/2019 9:18:00 AM)

    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.


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  • Rebecca NavarreRebecca Navarre (9/1/2019 5:57:00 PM)

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

    Unnikrishnan E S(9/1/2019 7:19:00 PM)

    Hi. Becca
    Thank you. Obliged

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  • Chinedu DikeChinedu Dike (8/25/2019 9:49:00 AM)

    An impressive write that resonates with literary conviction. A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing, E S. (Report)Reply

    Unnikrishnan E S(8/25/2019 10:29:00 AM)

    Thank you, Chinedu, for the appreciation of my work. Your words make my day.

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (8/25/2019 2:52:00 AM)

    Aha! That's simply mesmerizing. The poem goes into MyPoemList.
    Thanks, Unnikrishnan.

    Unnikrishnan E S(8/25/2019 6:43:00 AM)

    Thank you Rajnishji, for such an encouraging comment. A special thanks to adding the poem to MyPoemList. Obliged.

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