The Connective

The connective - - - - - - - - - - - - - The way of the brook; Concealed and undisclosed Flowing day and night True course not revealed And in her breast A single drop of rain finding Its destiny and rest Nature, wise old mother Guiding her children’s feet and fate In many a flowery And thorny way so intricate The brook running to the river And river to the sea, the ultimate Impulse and desire of souls Impelling them to come to their respective nests We are all here connected Through PH nest By whatsoever we name it I will call it Destiny or Fate Who knew that someday Poets of different countries Would be savouring happy moment While tasting many a poetic taste........