Aamir Zain

The And My Wind - Poem by Aamir Zain

Swishy air on my face,
blows around,
turning the leaves,
carrying my cry,
for the world to hear,

I am near,
carry the seeds,
Oh wind!
make new trees,
Oh wind!
make the fruit of life,
Oh wind!
take me out of my strife,
Oh wind!

my wind!
my wind!
put us out of misery,
for we are creation too,
you hear me don't you,
don't torment us wind!

Comments about The And My Wind by Aamir Zain

  • Rookie Goldy Locks (3/12/2008 8:27:00 PM)

    `the hound bitch / toothless and dying, in a musty cellar / hears the wind only.' Something to think about. write on, sjg (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 12, 2008

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