On the river's this side <br />the boat waits for high tide. <br /> <br />beckon me the far line trees <br />'neath looming clouds congealed mysteries <br />to sail yonder in long winds' way <br />where dipping sky touches bay! <br /> <br />But I don't have the wind's will <br />to cut the rope and sail upstream <br />having swallowed the bitter pill <br />of deep slumber in buried dream!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-have-the-wind-s-will/
