Drifting Woods


Sometimes I drift away

crossing the time limits

following the rivers’ way

or climbing the higher summits

Happily with the birds I fly

or join the wolves while they cry

Sometimes I like to be the sun

sole and aloof from everyone

The moon is my best friend at times

for I like to be with the loved ones of mine

Occasionally like a pond of water

I sit uninterested, whatever the matter

Sometimes I am the waterfall

spraying drops of happiness on one and all

I can be as gentle as the winter sun

or a bolt of lightning as the tempers run

Do not try to understand

for I am as unpredictable as I am told

Do not try to stretch your hand

for drifting clouds you cannot hold….

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Ashwini Nawathe

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Hi, I'm a nature lover, a trekker and an ardent reader from Mumbai, India. Writing comes from the heart and easily to me. And here you can find my poems on everything that matters under the sun!
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