Nikunj Sharma - I will

Strong current of river wild
Always troubled; me the child
Holding the ores, rowing uphill
Cursing the distance;
Between
WILL I to I WILL.

Years of cruise and rowing still
The task seemed quite uphill
I only saw unending miles
From WILL I to I will….

Till I met a lady wise
Who taught me to handle the river wild,
To turn into answer; the question itself
That always troubled the innocent child.

She asked me to pause and stand still;
To turn the tables on WILL I;
And say – I will.

Deep inside, a sunrise
The child morphed into a man wise
The distances are only in mind
Little did I realize.

Nikunj Sharma

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