This floating clouds on the wind above
And flowing river from the stream of the mount
When passing thoughts settles in mind
It makes us restless to write.
You don't put efforts to flush out mind
The words flow seamlessly and settle down
And then you ponder how it happened?
You have no control nor its yours
It goes into the hands of readers.
Many topics feature at work,
Real, fiction, art, nature and human traditions
Meaningful, nonsense and philosophical.
People come and go like day and night
But what remains is you the Poetry,
Shining bright like daylight and
Silent and quite like dark nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem