Head To Hand Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

Head to Hand
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She comes so wild
In a time not fixed
In a place not known
Yet at the threshold
Of consciousness
Her sweet countenance felt
Sometimes humorous
Sometimes serious
She is in fact
Awful and mysterious
Born of imagination
Dressed in robes various
Transformed into a thorn
Transformed into a flower
Occurring instantaneous
Impalpable is her power
She comes like an angel
And ends up being a demon
A cloud and a wave
At times seen
Embracing sun and moon
A love, a joy and a smile
Making her way unto heaven and hell
She loves robin and her melody
Espying her home sweet in a tree
Blissful with brook, meadow and valley
She disturbs and arrests my head
Until with joy and tear
In my arms she is clasped
And into action I see my hand