persian khushi

(kashmir)

“Listen to the Wind”


Little fairies in the trees
On duty, tending all the leaves
Their praise ringing in sensitive ears
Little wings swaying in the gentle breeze
Little fairies tending gardens in bloom
Perfection in nature’s belly
Praising Almighty
As boisterous little ones joyfully play
Picking flowers to put in their hair
Making colourful garlands
Innocent eyes spotting wings
Magically balancing
On flower petals and of blades of grass
Attending their duties
While listening to the children
Songs and laughter
Fluttering wings in unison
With clapping little hands
And stomping little feet
Colours of happiness all around
As children are singing and dancing


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Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, April 22, 2013
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