Water Mill Poem by Sanjay Mehta
Water Mill
That small narrow meandering path
In the lush green fields
Moving with the stream
Over the precipice
With a gush
The water falls
On the blades which rotate
At speeds
Invisible which makes
To rotate the huge circular rock
Tons in weight
To grind the crop.
It mill with softness but softness contains strong energy and that make a supply for electricity...who say the calmness of water can produce so big potential...just like in our life, even we small believe it you can make a change...! _Unwritten Soul
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4/23/2024 10:45:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Water is the elixir of the whole life and the mill just extends its helping hand in the process of giving life. A unique thought well shared over here.