When The Winds Carried A Song Poem by Ravi Panamanna

Upon the distant meads
Lay the sunflowers in a quiet dream.
On a station platform
I stood watching the scences.

An amorous note stirred the air,
Vendors ran in breathless speed.
Cart wheels rolled under my feet
And a magazine seller unto me pushed his stand.

While he made his sales
His lips followed tunes.
A couple of old Hindi songs-
And he threw me upon the shores of yore.

To a plane of sung away moments
He lifted my spirits.
To horizons lustrous but long unvisited
He made me a clean sweep.

There- I stood listening him,
He was feeling the winds deep within.
And he wheeled away to a corner
Pouring out the richness of his life.