The Brook When Began To See Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Leaping in life it moved ahead
But stopped in front of a desert,
With a step in the dreary dread,
And find it fade in sandy dirt.

A few more and I might disappear,
Felt the brook like a wingless bird,
Poor thing engulfed in mortal fear,
A voice when from nearby it heard-

From very desert that had hurt:
You know, wind can cross me well- nigh,
You also can if you assert,
Wind's no such fear, if it can't flow, fly.

But wind well can, I cannot fly,
No matter how so hard I try,
If so, then take a helping hand
Of wind, lift yourself from land,

Oh what a silly thing to say.
If not desert, wind will gulp me.
But, when it thought another way,
The brook began the point to see:

Let wind absorb me, let it gain,
Let me let go of life as a brook,
The clouds so formed shall soon be rain,
And born again a brook, new look,

Wow, I'll flow once again,
Yes, let me be the rain.


Poet's Note: Is not death a new look?