Meena Somasundaram


The Whistling Wind - Poem by Meena Somasundaram

With a bristle and a drizzle

came the wind with a whistle

hiding behind the thistle

blowing without any hassle

hurting none in the nestle

easing out nothing in the tussle

went away in a fizzle.wind whistles

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 7, 2013


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