The Wandering Mind Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The mind wanders from ground to the sky
From the humming bee to flitting butterfly

And it tarries a while upon the blank paper
To spill a poem from the hand of a writer

The mind flies from treetop to the cloud
It sits by the stream to relax and sings aloud

Back into the room it comes and pretends
Sleeping but comes alive from a poet's hands

The mind climbs up the cliff and feels free
It swims against tides across the restless sea

Into the choking depth of an ocean it can sink
Back in the den a poem is crafted in paper and ink