Treasure Island

Vidhyashankar Kannan


Pollen In The Wind


I know not where I go. know not where I’ll be.
I trust the wind, my path she chose for me.
Millions of us, the potential of life
Pass through fields, torn with strife

All of us, in the wind we sway
Some of us die, others go astray
The chosen ones decide, where they fall
To beauty and grace, be trees so tall

I know no anger, jealousy or rage,
I’ll love you for always, though life’s a stage
I search for you, long to be warm
Close to your heart, away from scorn

Other than you, I need none
Maybe the wind, and maybe the sun
For my life is small, and before I’m thinned
Find you I shall, a pollen in the wind

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
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Each of us go through life, experiencing something which is unique. Part of this search is the mirroring of ourselves when we search for a soulmate. The search is hard.

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