Whirl Wind Poem by Sandhya Suri

Whirl Wind



Strains of music in waves
that gently lap the shore
crash intensely
with the cliff edges;
my life rushes through
taking all I have
own, and am
frisk through flowers
bend blades of grass
and I go on
like a whirlwind,
naught satiated.

Copyright @Sandhya Suri

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