A sheaf of papers got swept with the breeze,
Like kites my poems took flight with ease.
I watched them drift, fall to the ground,
On the freshly mowed grass, without a sound.
Is there anything new about my thoughts....
I wondered feeling a bit startled and distraught.
Whatever makes me feel they are so very unique
Aren't they part of being human....felt intrigued!
Dark clouds gathered, covered the setting Sun,
Soon light showers soaked the papers. Ink began to run
Like saline tears wet the cheeks of an overwhelmed heart,
How come I feel free....I muttered to no one with a start.
Thanks Kumarandra ji I am touched by your heart felt comment.
Mamta Agarwal 10-Feb-2019 03:11 AM
A very emotional poem floating on the ocean as a ripple. Yes, life has a connect with the nature, one visible and the other to be felt! Nice to read your poem after a very long time, Mamta.
